Carbon and I made it to our newest lodging on this dreary rainy Bavarian day. From 7am to 10:30am this morning, I did what is now my regular Sunday routine of packing up all our belongings (the easy bit) and then eradicating dog hair from every square centimeter of holiday rental accommodation. While I cover every soft surface with my own sheets and duvet covers and stash away any decorative soft item (pillows, runners, etc.) upon arrival, it still takes me several hours and umpteen lint roller sheets to get everything sorted.
What a pain. But I consistently get the comment from rental owners that, "You couldn't even tell a dog was there - you are so lucky that you have a breed who doesn't shed!" Good. Let them think that and hopefully welcome me back the next time I need a place to rent.
I'm really grateful that the owners of the place I moved to today let me come in right at 11am. My other Sunday routine has been walking Carbon and hitting up McDonald's while killing time between the normal check out time (10-11am) and the normal check in time (after 3pm). Way to waste a Sunday!
Today however we got in right at 11am and while I'm not unpacked yet, my laptop is set up and the enormous sectional white sofa is wrapped in my own double thick duvet covers and festooned with Carbon's personal pillow. Why oh why do so many holiday rentals - dog friendly holiday rentals no less - do WHITE sofas? My personal feeling is that NO ONE should do white sofas. There should simply be legislation on every country on the planet that says WHITE SOFAS ARE BANNED.
Having said that, the white sofa in this place is an incredibly tacky monstrosity with drink holders and electrical plugs build into the armrests. In other words, a fabulously comfy place to hang out on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
The flat itself is enormous and is part of an even more enormous single family house. It's a bit cludgey any time I have an apartment inside someone's house, as you never quite feel autonomous, but this place has a separate entrance and unlike the place we were in two weeks ago, didn't come with a list as long as my arm of house rules. After a week of having to wear someone else slippers (really? couldn't I simply have worm my own slippers?), I really appreciate said lack of house rules.
The little village is also only a 15 minute drive to my parking garage space in old town Regensburg. Which ironically means that I can actually get into old town Regensburg quicker now than when I was in Regensburg... the place we just came from was a 20 minute walk to the centre and to my car.
Second plus of the village is it's where Carbon's vet is. So since last night he vomited up his dinner for the third night in a row, we'll be paying her an impromptu visit tomorrow to see if she can help.
Lastly, we'll actually be here for 11 days, which means that next Sunday...NO MOVE! YEE HAW!!!
