I have been in Victorville CA since Sunday. Moving my things into storage, deciding what I need in my RV for the next several months, and the pure fear of change for Willow, created a level of stress I have not had for some time. Willow fought her way out of her collar after the movers emptied the house and she was roaming the neighborhood for an hour before I could convince her to come home. The next day I prepared to move into Minnie, my RV, and clean my lovely rental home. My garage door was open and Minnie was in the drive when I noticed a truck pull up behind Minnie. It looked like a tow truck, and I thought, "Oh crap. The HOA Karens have called a tow truck to take Minnie away." I had broken the golden rule: an RV can only be parked at a house once a month for 72 hours. Minnie had been at my house 3 times that month. Only for a couple hours the prior times, but Karen across the street has Minnie's stays on her abacus at her front door. I ran out of the house to plead with the tow truck driver, and left the kitchen door open. Willow ran out and crossed the street while I talked to the driver of, not a tow truck, but a City of Scottsdale truck with the intent of checking the water meter. For one hour, I did everything I could to entice Willow back into the house to no avail. My lovely landlady, Sue, showed up and said she would watch Willow, who just frolicked across the street like she hadn't a care in the world. Finally, Sue suggested I open the side gate to my back yard, and Willow scampered right in. Whew! Needless to say, the house did not clean, and I dumped everything I needed in my RV on my bed and over the cab. I started to pull out of the driveway feeling like one of the Beverly Hillbillies. Immediately, Willow squeezed her way in front of the drivers seat and laid on my feet. Three attempts later, she was safely secured, and I drove to my brother Dan's in Rio Verde to camp for a couple nights. I immediately asked my sister-in-law, Susan for a shot of tequila, sat down in their beautiful yard with a mountain view for miles, and thus began my true retirement journey. 

That was a lot, and Victorville presented cold winds and more anxiety for Willow; although, she did well on the six hour drive here. Change is not easy for her, and her fear of people and dogs piles more anxiety on her. Slow but sure, she and I will find our way to peace. 

Peace, love, reuse. Watson