For our first couple weeks at the new apartment, both human and pup felt like strangers in a strange land. All our familiar routines and well-worn habits were replaced with varying levels of chaos.
Even the Queen of Chaos was out of sorts after the move
Something as simple as going outside turned the pups into headless-chickens. They weren’t sure whether we’d leave from the front or the back so they’d just sprint between the two doors non-stop.
The look I get every morning hasn’t changed
But now the pups don’t even have to get out of bed to give it to me! Still working on finding a new bed frame…
Every morning the pups now get some off-leash time to stretch their legs and socialize. The park has been a great place to meet neighbors
After breakfast the dogs head right to the sunroom to recharge
At our old place, trips to the beach were a planned excursion. If we got delayed or something came up, we were out of luck
These days we’re luckily able to visit the beach on a whim – morning, noon or night
And after those evening beach trips, the pups love to enjoy the free smells of our dinner. We have a rapt audience for every meal. I feel like we have our own cooking show
At days end, the pups curl up on their favorite couch. As Penny aptly demonstrates, comfort isn’t about space, it’s about who you’re with
Yes, I still often have trouble finding the silverware. And yes, the pups aren’t always certain which floor we live on. But we’re slowly starting to learn the ropes and settle in.
We’re still working on the whole “finding a human-couch” thing though. I hope to one day relax as comfortably as the pups!