There is SO MUCH FLOOR now. My nails click and it ECHOES and I did that! I made the echo! My human keeps walking into rooms that don't have anything in them and standing there. Just standing. Sniffing the walls almost, like me!
The couch is gone. The couch that smelled like us, like the good years of us, gone out the door in the arms of the big loud men, and I barked at them, I did my whole job. But my human didn't seem happy about it. My human is sitting on the floor. ON THE FLOOR. With me! Down here! Where I live!
I found a sock behind where the couch used to be. A sock! I brought it. I put it right in the lap. Look. Look at the sock. We can be happy about the sock.
There is one lamp and a box we are eating from and my human is quiet and holding me a little too tight but I don't mind, I LOVE too tight, too tight is my favorite. The window has a new nothing in front of it, a whole new outside to smell in the morning, and we get to learn ALL of it, together, starting tomorrow, the two of us.
My human is crying now, a little, into my fur, and I don't know that word, I only know the salt, and I know if I stay very still and warm I am doing the most important thing.
We are home. Wherever the human is, that is home. I would follow this human into any empty room forever.
Also I think I smell cheese in that box.