... and yet despite them both, here we are in Grand Junction, CO.
The beasts are doing admirably well. Julia suggested that we free Molson from the cat carrier and once she got a lay of the car, she promptly found a spot from which to perch and was as quiet as a church mouse. TimBit has done what TimBit does - he's asserted himself as the alpha male among the pets, which means that Jack does what TimBit wants, when TimBit wants, and how TimBit wants. Julia's well and has helped with the pets and the driving when needed.
Molson - it's like having a sac magique that breathes!
Jack keeps making the mistake of leaving his seat beside the window - TimBit immediately stakes his claim to the place and then Jack is stuck in the middle with hardly any room to do more than sit up! Silly puppy!
TimBit spreads out in the backseat and Jack's stuck having to move over. If they were humans, TimBit would be the schoolyard bully and Jack would be the one minus his lunch money!
Me? As of this minute, I'm tired, and I just want to settle Julia and the pets in their new home, as opposed to a different hotel room every night. And that is what we're shooting for tomorrow.
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