|The living room|
|Door to my room/living room|
However, my room now looks like this:
|complete with dog and Star Wars blanket|
Also, my dad is not really a dog person. He doesn't know how to read dog body language, even really obvious ones like 'rub my belly'. I don't know how well they'll get along, but I'm not too worried about my dog with him. She'll pretty much ignore him if necessary, it's just going to be a matter of how annoyed he gets with dog toys laying all over the floor. Plus, he's used to living with another dog and know he's going to expect my dog to act like that one. Which obviously she won't. That's like expecting two different people raised in different environments to act the same way. Whatever. As long as he doesn't give me a hard time about her everything should go smoothly.
I guess next week I'll put up another update, and maybe some interesting stories about living in NYC!