Pyrrha seems to think something is up, and she watches our movements very closely these days. Her crate is another room; we’re living amid towers of cardboard boxes; furniture is slowly being removed; Guion was gone for a week on a business trip; and I have been giving her a regrettably paltry number of walks lately.
She’d be correct in her suspicions, because something IS up: We’re moving!
And to our very first owned home, no less. We close the first week of December, and everything has gone so smoothly so far that it seems safe to announce this now. We can’t wait to be in our new house; it’s so unbelievably good and perfect for us. Pyrrha, naturally, has no idea what’s going on, but I think she is really going to love this giant new yard:
More to come soon, but this is just further explanation of my frequent absence on the blog. Can’t wait for Pyrrha to see the house for the first time and get settled. Although all I can think about is my favorite post from Hyperbole and a Half: Dogs Don’t Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving. Allie Brosh is a comic genius. (And Pyrrha reminds me of her neurotic shepherd mix. Ha!)
Have you moved with your dog(s)? How did they handle it?