The Move

Goodbye little house. Our first little house.Goodbye canal walk. What you lacked in beauty, you made up for with ducks. Ducks both Annie and Ellie took great delight.

Goodbye stinky lake. Mostly not stinky. Stinky only when you looked like pea soup in between rain storms in the fall. Annie will miss you most I think.



And onto a new chapter.

The move went without a hitch. As we pulled into our new driveway Heidi and Dallas, Grandpa and Amy were close behind. I was reminded of just one of the great benefits of having family close again.

We walked into the house. Annie was close behind all full of energy after the long drive. When we walked through the doorway Annie froze. She refused to enter. We assumed she could smell the remnants of the previous dogs that lived there. Finally she reluctantly followed us in, whining the whole time, cautiously peering around every corner as if expecting a big dog to jump out to protect his territory. For 3 days she whined in her kennel which was set up in the front room. Nothing could coax her to come sit with us. Not food, not play, very unlike Annie. At one point we forced her out by her collar . . . a mistake. She no longer trusted us. Poor, poor little pup. Her only relief was to be outside.
After a few days of this sulking, Brian took her to a near by trail to go for a good hard run. When she came back the adrenaline must have pushed her fears aside because upon returning home, she came running into the dining room to see what Ellie was having for dinner. She was back to her old self and has been quite content ever since. A relief to say the least.