Our friend Justin pointed us to a post on the MS Paint-happy blog Hyperbole and a Half titled "Dogs Don't Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving." During our move, Sherman definitely acted similar to the author's anxious "helper dog":
When we started packing, the helper dog knew immediately that something was going on. I could tell that she knew because she becomes extremely melodramatic when faced with even a trivial amount of uncertainty. She started following me everywhere, pausing every so often to flop to the ground in an exaggeratedly morose fashion - because maybe that would make me realize how selfish I was being by continuing to pack despite her obvious emotional discomfort.
Sherman eventually came around after a thorough inspection of our new apartment.
The new place got high marks for its toilet: