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SO... there were a couple things that had to be done before I moved, the usual bills and rent and packing and all that. But the biggest snag was that I'd JUST adopped a dog not 2 weeks before the decision to move came into being. Attilla. I'd found him at the Morris Animal Rescue on 13th and Lombard in the beginning of April. I needed a friend and had wanted a dog for some time and thought that this was the time. I got approval from the Landlords and took him home. Attilla had been living on the streets for some time and was kinda rough around the edges but a good dog. We worked hard on training and I spent more time with him than most people do (being that I work from home and obsess over things) and he was becoming ver well trained for a puppy of 1 year. But, I relized that in moving I couldn't be taking him, I didn't know where I was moving too and I did know that he's be with me at my parents, they already have two surly doggies and I didn't wanna have to move him a bunch and, well, there were a lot of other reasons as well, so I found him an awesome home with a woman in Philadelphia who could love him and take great care of him. I miss him every day, but the woman who took him home is awesome and she emails me about him almost once a month.