I looked at Jordan who was pacing around the room trying to figure out what to do. I ran downstairs and threw as much of our belongings as I could into suitcases.
"Go start the truck and make sure your fishing gear is ready. I'll have the bags out in a minute."
I finished packing and grabbed the things for our pitbull, Luna. I did a final scan of the house to make sure nothing was forgotten. I brought the bags out to the truck and then went inside to find Luna who had run off again.
