The time around 03.40 and I've been awake for a few hours. In about an hour and a half bus goes down to the train station. 05.50 go train that starts the journey to Skåne, where I will get my puppy Boyo. This is after all how strange anywhere – and fucking fucking awesome.
Everything is in order. Everything is ready at home, there are a couple, Three things to stuff in your backpack, and I will pour fresh water into the large bowl standing on the floor in the kitchen. I'll give Molly food, get dressed and then I'm ready to take on the day and start the journey.
It will be a sick long day. The journey takes about six hours, the journey home as long. I'll be there in about two hours before the train home leaves. I have not slept very much, so I'll probably sleep some on the train down – I hope. On the journey home I will surely have Boyo with me, so I do not think it gets much sleep as.
I'm super happy with the way I've planned everything. I am extremely pleased to have the whim much in order and completely finished. I am equally pleased that Molly seems sympathetic to the whole. I have anyway no sense of resistance on her part, and it pleases me immensely.
Remember me Once my puppy, I have longed for so long. Although there are not very many hours left before I meet him, it still feels a bit unreal. But it's true. Soon it real well.
Keep your fingers crossed for he is the kind of puppy is housebroken in a snap. I would rather take the chewing and biting than to rush into the stairs a hundred times a day. Though still rather I see that we get through these two stages quickly and efficiently – and it will actually go pretty fast. It is fortunate that the hefty portion of puppy time is almost completed.
Now I'm going to and take up the ante. Time flies, and I should like to take out the trash when I was still on its way outward. We'll see if I even bothered to write something in the evening when we get home – otherwise, I will return with gossip and photos about a day or so. ♥