Harriet, we left Trav at home yesterday because my son went with me. But today, Manny and I took Trav with us.
Trav won't sit or lie down in the apartment.. (I don't blame him..) I don't know if he'll go tomorrow or not, and then Friday is the funeral and he for sure won't be going with us.
Today, the front door was opened and Trav was standing inside the screen door when the postman walked up to the mailbox hanging at the door. With Trav being black, he's difficult to see... OOOOPS! Poor man almost had a stroke when Trav started his big boy "Ima guard-dawg" bark. I really thought the postman was going to faint because there has never been a dog there for over 20 years and Trav erupted in such a frightful noise.

Because Trav has gone in the car so much the past two weeks, it's really hard to get him out of the garage now if the garage door is opened..lol.. I can open my car door and he'll get in and just sit there by himself for the longest time.
We took a HUGE load of stuff to St Vincent de Paul Thrift store today and tomorrow there will be more. Manny's friend is bringing a pick-up truck to haul some of the big things. We filled up the apartment's dumpster last week. I'm sure the neighbors were not happy about that.

Not too much longer and our life will be back to normal, and I'm really looking forward to it.

willow and trav