The entry way and the Dogs

We live on the third floor, yes I said the THIRD floor. Two flights of stairs up and down every day. The first picture is of the outside of our building. Ours is the top balcony on the left.


The next picture is of our cars from our balcony. It's a race every day to get a parking space in front of our building, so when we get one it's a prize.


The next two are of our front entry way. It's narrow, but there is enough room for a table. That is the stopping point for keys, my purse, school bags, dog leashes, mail, etc. That is why nothing is piled on the dining table!






Even the dogs got new blue IDs for their collars, but you probably can't see them. They have adjusted to apartment living fairly well. They have conquered the stairs (both were afraid when we first moved in, so we had to carry them the first time). They know what to do when we say "OUT". They go to the basket where we keep their harnesses and wait for us. Bandit even helps us put his on! He'll lower his head and lift his feet so we can get it on him. Buddy is a little more stubborn. They walk very well on leashes and have been all around the complex. They are hits with the older ladies!


Buddy on his favorit perch.


Bandit giving me "the look".