Moving

We moved to a new apartment recently and, even though the new place is larger and closer to the dog run, Sherman could not get over his anxiety about leaving the old place. He would sulk around the apartment as we packed, occasionally trying to jump into an empty box--just so we wouldn't lose him in the move.


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: