Am I Going to Get Packed in a Box?
Everything is not where it should be.
My bed keeps going from room to room like it has legs. I’m glad I have a good sniffer so I can find it.
Boxes are being stuffed with my belongings and taped shut. I don’t know what is happening.
What I do know is a while back we took a trip to a place called Tennessee and now that is all Mom can talk about. We are doing something called “moving.”
All the furniture and boxes were moved to the garage. Strangers are coming and the walls are being painted. I accidentally brushed against the wet paint and got a white stripe on my ear. Then my waggy tail swiped a wall and now it has a white ring.
I don’t understand what is going on. I’m just watching all the busy work as Mom stresses out. But I stick by her and do my job, alerting on her low blood sugars.
With all the extra activity of moving furniture and boxes, she’s been having several lows. She says we’re in for an adventure and life is going to change drastically in the next few months.
With all her low blood sugars and the way things change around here so quickly, I hope I don’t accidentally get wrapped in bubble wrap and packed in a box.
P.S. Mom has assured me this will never happen no matter how crazy things get or how low her blood sugar goes; she loves me too much and never lets me out of her sight.
Loved your article. I have had animals my whole life and know how stressed they get when there is a major change in the daily routine. Aiden seems to be handling things fairly well though. See the upper thought is always for your well being. You should have posted a picture of him trying to help paint the walls. Best of luck in Tennessee. I’m sorry but I do not read all posts so I am unsure where you are moving from. Just know that your readers are behind you all the way.
Such a good post. Thank you. My son, who is paraplegic, also has a black lab, named Charlotte, and she is his life companion. He is a high school teacher, but Charlotte teaches him more than he teaches her. Have a great day. ~ Marsha