The fun part (finding a new home) and the sad part (finding Toby a new different home) is done. Time is running out - so I have to start packing tonight. I also have to find movers who won't hold me for ransom to unpack my stuff from their locked truck. (I had movers once ask for $500 in cash on a Sunday within one hour- or, they would impound the truck - full of my belongings - in downtown L.A.) And no, I did not call the police, I should have tho. I didn't think of that until later. Instead I went to the grocery store and plead my case and they cashed a $500 check for me. Last time I called my son-in-law over to have a 'talk' with the movers and suggest they stop pitching rocks and pack the friggin' truck - and they did pick up the pace when the Chief showed up. This time, since I'm moving to my son's domain - I'll have him there to move it along. But, I've got to find them first.
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