Scooter will soon have a new home! After seven years of living in the very best (and cheapest) apartment in Charles Village and paying rent to the very best landlord ever, I have to move. My landlord and his wife, who live downstairs, need more space. Rather than face the abject humiliation of having to rent from someone half my age, I decided to put my commitmentphobia on the back burner and buy my own place.

Scooter will love the house because it's two stories and he can finally run up and down stairs. Perhaps he will lose some of the weight my weight-obsessed sister says he's gained. Perhaps I will, too.