Middle of the Road

We just moved back into our house this week after living in an apartment across the street for three weeks.  We had the old carpeting ripped out and oak floors put in.  We had to move all of the furniture off the floor and we needed a place to keep our stuff and sleep.  Our neighbors bought the two flat apartment across the street from us almost a year ago.  Since then, they have been remodeling the place which had not seen any upgrades in at least a decade, maybe longer.  The windows were painted shut, for starters.

One of the best things about the place was we got to keep Fox there without any issue.  I was worried we might have to kennel him for the time we were getting the floors done, but we were very lucky we could keep him there.

The kids seemed to handle the adjustment to the new place just fine.  Claire Adele would hide in the kitchen of our house and check SnapChat as our temporary abode didn't have Wifi.  The Boy would sneak back to the house once in a while and play with his Legos, but otherwise he was fine.

Fox, our third child, struggled.  He wasn't used where we live being so close to the street.  He would bark and people walking by and at our neighbor's cat who rightful thought she owned the place.  We would eat dinner on the back porch of our house, and then return to the apartment in the evening.  We would bring Fox with us while we ate.

Sometimes in the morning, Jack would let Fox out to pee, and he (Fox) would bolt of out the yard, across the street and into our backyard to take his morning potty break.  When we would walk the dog at night, Fox would sometimes try to go back to our house.  Other times, he would head back to the apartment.

The day were were moving back in, I was carrying some bags back to the house.  Fox decided to walk with me, which was fine until he stopped in the middle of the street.  I called him to come, but he just stood there in the middle of our two worlds.  It was like he was paralyzed, not knowing which was to turn.  Fox wasn't leashed, and I was carrying a heavy load so I couldn't just drop everything and pick him up.

After a minute or so, he followed up up to the steps to our house, but I felt bad for him in his confusion, not knowing where he lived, stuck in the middle of the road.