I hate packing!

So, my family is packing. Because we are moving to Spain, you know? And we will live right next to a BIG park and they'll have to take me out for a walk every day. Because they DO have to make up for this horrible chaos I am living in at the moment. Where once was a sofa table underneath it was heavenly to sleep... now there are only boxes, boxes and more boxes.
And I am not really happy about this box-business.


Plus, I was never afraid, that they would leave me here on my own. But that does not mean, they have to put me into a box as well, does it? Though I remember I was delivered here in a box as a baby. But by now I am definetly a grown up, so PLEASE! Don't mess around with me!


Ha! I know how to open a box by myself... though I might need a little bit help to get out of it ;-) And then I'll candidate for the US-presidency. I have the posture. And the grace! And I can represent all those hypenated people there because I am ShiTsu-JackRussel-Havaneser-Malteser myself.
Only that I am not American. And I am going to Spain. And they just voted for Zapatero again. So I might consider waiting another 4 years ;-)