To set the scene, it all began with an offer that was followed by my highly intellectual response "Are you SERIOUS???" After that things moved pretty quickly.
I traveled to Belgium to find us a place to live. This involved my looking at ten houses in three days, eleven if you count the one I looked at twice. Yes, that would be the one I took. Yes, it's way more house than I need, but it was all for the Brindle because it came with the most amazing backyard. I can't even tell you how big it is but it has lilac bushes, cedar hedges, shrubs, apple trees and, best of all, a six foot wall to keep independent Brindles from roaming free. (or so I thought...)
The entrance is perhaps a little less than welcoming:
But of course it gives way to a wonderful place that we have come to call home. It's a work in progress, for one thing I don't have, nor do I want, the furniture to fill it. If I did that what would I do with all the stuff when it came time to go home? The most important room was completed first:
Because every good Brindle needs his own room.I'll leave it at this for now. I'm going to have to make a few catch up posts, to tell the stories of the Brindle's adventures in Belgium and the mostly laughter that goes along with it.
