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Moving to Our New Home in Switzerland

Feb 2003

I knew something was up when Mum filled our living room up with four large plastic boxes called crates one afternoon. I immediately decided to protest at the new sleeping facilities by refusing to set a single paw in one. When Mum initially seemed unperturbed by this I increased my campaign by occasionally lying on the hard kitchen floor rather than be in the same room as the crates. Struggling to get up from the hard and slippery kitchen floor ensured that Mum felt so guilty that she still left a separate bed out for me. Occasionally she would try to lure me into my new bed with treats and fuss, but I would only ever lie in the crate long enough to get my reward and them immediately resume lying on the floor. Sometimes when Mum was out I would lie in my crate as it was actually pretty comfortable, but I was careful to never let Mum see this.

The beginning of a crate adventure

4th March 2002

Today was very interesting as several men came to our house and put all of our things in boxes. This now means there are lots of boxes everywhere and not a lot of space. Sadly the crates still seem to be here, and no one has thought to put them in boxes.

I just hope they remembered not to pack our food bowls.

5th March 2003

Today the men came back and took all the boxes away. So we wouldn't get in the way, all of us dogs had to go outside into the garden. Mum had bought us our favourite Parma ham bones to eat, so it was a good way to spend a few hours. When we finally came back inside it was all a bit strange, as the whole house was completely empty except for those damn crates.

After a while Mum�s sister, Samantha came in a van and all of us dogs and our crates were loaded in the back. We drove to Sam�s house and although I have been there a few times I have never slept there before.

6th March 2003

Jack and George meet and
greet at Heathrow Airport

Today we got up extra early and Mum, Sam, and Mum's niece Tara took us for a walk to some new woods where we have never been before. It was very quiet and really good fun with lots of exciting smells. After that we all got back in the van with our crates again and went for another drive. The place we arrived at was somewhere called Heathrow Airport, and was very busy with lots of people and no other dogs. We went inside the airport and lots of people stopped to look and make a fuss of us. After a while I was tired so I lay down on the floor. People kept asking if they could touch me. They also kept asking if I had been sedated, which I thought was very rude. I had been up for several hours and it had been a very exciting day so I was just a little tired. Anyone would think they had never seen four greyhounds sleeping in an airport before.

Eventually we had to get in our crates (Mum bribed me with my favourite treats) and were taken away on trolleys. We were lifted up into something called an aeroplane, and then everything was dark for a while and I had a sleep. A while later we came off the aeroplane and were put back onto a trolley and taken through a corridor to see Mum. Dad was there too, and after we jumped out of our crates we hopped in a big car and went for another drive. Buttons and I stood the whole way with our heads out the window. Finally we stopped at a big house right on the top of a hill. Mum took us for a walk and then we went inside and all of our beds were already there. I was so tired that I fell straight asleep as soon as I had finished my dinner. The very next day all of our furniture and things from the old house turned up and we have been living in this new house ever since.

A garden with a view

Late March 2003

Our new house must be the most fantastic place on Earth. The sun is always shining, and Mum doesn't go to that place called work anymore, so she spends most of the day at home with us. She is supposed to be busy doing lots of things around the house but she is always stopping to play with us and sit out in the garden.

We live on top of a hill and can see for miles, which is great, as there are lots of opportunities to run up and down the fence barking at things way off in the distance.

I also get to lie in the sun a lot and eat bones. Some days we walk down into the village and everyone likes to stop and admire us, as we are the first greyhounds to ever live here.

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