Moving Apartments is Confusing for all Species

Today kicks off our move between apartments. Like many people, I rate “moving” as only a slight favorite over “hitting myself in the head with a brick.” There’s lots of paperwork, red tape and minutia to trip on. Not to even mention all the actual tripping I’ve done while carrying boxes. However, I at least knew we were moving. Eko on the other hand had no such warning. After our walk this morning, Eko had breakfast and hopped up for his mid-morning nap. He was quite confused when I started tearing down the apartment around him.

Not your typical Monday. And yes, I have a pink tool box.

I guess Eko chalked it up to a bad dream because he tried to ignore me

Once I started loading the boxes by the door Eko sprung to life. My suitcases weren’t packed, but Eko could tell I was going somewhere and he wanted in. I didn’t have room in the car the first trip so Eko had to stay home.

The forlorn pup

When I returned a short while later Eko made it quite clear he’ll be coming on the next trip.

Packed and ready to go

The good news is we have a few days to move, so we will all have a bit more time to get adjusted and set up. Provided we all survive in one piece. Deep breath. Time to get back to it!

I’m taking Eko for his first visit this afternoon, hopefully he finds the place up to snuff/sniff.