Nikita is such a champ.
Frequent stops at the fine, highway-side offerings of Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New York helped wear her out and make the two-day ride from Chicago to Boston seem more bearable. She didn't even complain about the absurd little (2.5 by 3.5 foot) space all my assorted crap left her in the backseat of our rented minivan.
My mother had booked us a big suite at a Marriott in Syracuse, NY, smaller than the Chicago apartment where N's spent her last few months but alot bigger than my new Boston studio, so hopefully it helped her gradually get used to progressively smaller digs. She definitely got a kick out of jumping up onto a high hotel bed after my little platform job. (I was laughing too hard to take a photo, sorry.)
Once we got to Boston, N just sacked out in front of the fan -- no A/C here -- while my mom and I did all the hard work of unpacking, etc. It's a tough life.
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Delicious Nikita-belly! I hadn't checked the blog in ages, so glad you're posting. I just put up new photos of Pooka...she's doing so much better.
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