A Dog Named Mayzie, Part 2

my apartment complex has slowly but surely been turning from a stately stone color to obnoxious shades that could be found in the kitchen. it ranges from a lemon yellow, which is tolerable, to a mac-and-cheese orange, which isn't. now it's my section's turn to be painted. this sucks for the mayzie-dog, as she is a sit-outside-and-look-at-the-world-around-her kind of dog; she simply can't do that with paint fumes and ladders and construction workers about. so sadly, just two days after coming home with me, mayzie is going to live with rob's parents until the painting is completely over (or maybe till i move). they have a nice fenced-in yard, which she needs, so i'm sure she'll be very happy there. plus, of course i'll come visit whenever i can. maybe she really belongs to rob's parents, or to someone who will come over and meet her. i mentioned before how i felt that i had to take her home but she didn't necessarily belong to me. now she's being relocated... i hope this means she'll find her "true" home soon and be happy.