Move-In Day

Alright, so we’ve been living in this apartment for a couple months now. I still wanted to share this experience so I thought, why not start in the past?

This should give you a little taste of what’s in store:

My parents’ house is a big 100 year old farm house with a dog door and a large fenced yard. When we visit, Alfie has full rein. Their dogs love her. The three of them run in and out, in and out, all day long. Zuc isn’t real sociable, so he’s pretty settled. In May, we moved out of a third floor apartment with no yard, just a small fenced in pet park. Our new apartment is on the first floor with a large sliding glass door and patio. Beyond the patio is a big open yard.

Alfie loves car rides. This trip was about 5 hours long. Alfie drinks a lot and I mean a lot. We had to take water away for the trip. She and Zuc were perfect little passengers so there was no need to stop.

When they arrived, the dogs were unleashed. Alfie, being the big goon that she is, runs straight down the hallway and somehow finds the bathroom immediately. Now, the toilet is by far her favorite water dish, so naturally her whole face goes directly into the potty water. She drank almost the whole bowl in two seconds flat. In the same motion she whips out of the bathroom, toilet water flying from her face, and takes off through the kitchen. She sees the open sliding glass door, the screen was closed, and takes off for it. She slams into it and bounces of off it backward into the living room. Finally she just sits down with her tongue lolling out of her mouth and looks around at everyone and everything with sheer joy on her face. All happening in under 3 minutes. This dog is the biggest goofball I’ve ever met but I wouldn’t have her any other way.



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