One of the hardest things I’ve had to deal with during the move was the well being of my beloved Moley. I worried about how this was going to effect her all the time. She wasn’t going to be able to see my parents every day, two people who were always around her entire life. She will also be alone for a longer period of time.

The first two days she was totally out of her element at the new apartment. She was jumpy and confused and she also wouldn’t take a duece for me. Guess she didn’t like going in unfamiliar environments. She would chase me out the door before I would go to work. She wouldn’t eat the treats I left her. She was getting hives and she was very stressed. I couldn’t have been a more worried mother.

Luckily, in the last week, she has adapted nicely to her new routine. We walk for about 20 minutes 3 times a day, she eats her food when it’s given to her, no more chasing me out the door, and she poops regularly. She’s even back to her old self when we play. I knew she would come around eventually, but I have a tendency to project emotions on her and I was putting myself through hell. I mean, look at that face? I am glad she’s doing much better now.

She still thinks she is the area patrol dog, bursting out the door before we go on a walk. Moley will still get to see my parents on the weekends, I mean, they miss her bunches too! She even tried to take on a few geese since we moved in and she was no match. We ran and I looked like a fool. Thanks a lot, Moley.