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This has been a week of transition, and it’s reached the point of no return. The Boss is moving into The Kennel. That means that for the first time in fifteen years, he’ll be set up with a permanent location (and a new phone number) in the same state I’m working in (that would be California). He’s packing up his office in Nevada this weekend, and by Monday he’ll have cut the distance between us in half.
I don’t want to make too much of this new proximity, because for several weeks earlier this year he was working seven miles away from me, and I only saw him three or four times. But there’s a symbolic change in how I’m thinking about the company now. It makes all this kennel business more real to me, for one thing. Since his presence is represented in my office by the fax machine, not much will really change.
But I’ll be doing our first kennel payroll on Monday, and on the first of next month I’ll start making payments on loans and leases that are so long-term that I’m sure someone else will have to take over long before I ever have a chance to pay them off. I think that’s the most striking part of it for me. We’re committed. We’re in it for the long haul, and there’s no turning back.
I think I’ve run out of lame clichés. Sorry.
Tim is more excited than any of us. He’s the youngest and has been pushing for this kind of expansion into new arenas for a long time. Now that it’s coming true, he’s practically giddy. I can’t even believe the change in him. He phoned me today just to talk about it (and to ask me if I wanted a Costco card with the kennel’s name on it).
He wants so much for everything to go well that he keeps insisting that I ask him every question and share with him every concern I can think of. With all of this “support,” I’m running out of things to worry about. For me, that’s a huge step. | 
