Today was another one of those days when things seemed to be in the wrong place and my mom drug things from one end of the house to the other. She just never seems to be happy sometimes, she moves things all over the place and then plops down in a chair and pulls her hair, then she gets out that long metal thing and holds it against things and then moves things all over the place again. Then she puts something in the middle of the room that is very upsetting to me and tells my dad there isn't room for it anymore.
Sometimes this goes on for several days until things settle down and I can find out what chairs I can lay in and still see if someone is eating a cookie. Sometimes I have to take my toy outside because I'm afraid my mom will put it someplace where I can't find it. I'm so glad this doesn't happen too often. It's very wearing on a little dog. I think it's kind of wearing on my mom, too.