Moving is hard on everybody, but it’s especially tough on dogs. My Scotties, Punch and Judy, were slow to adapt to my last apartment and no sooner had they settled down than I up and moved them again. D’oh!
What seemed to throw the dogs off last time was that all their favorite “spots” were dismantled: I didn’t make enough of an effort to recreate the furniture placement of our previous house and so they wandered around looking for a place to get comfortable, to no avail.
With this new apartment I’ve gone out of my way to accommodate them even though it’s meant handing over precious real estate. I’ve lost 15 valuable inches to a console table behind the sofa, left, but by God, does Judy ever love it. She has a lair again. AND it’s a great, out-of-the-way spot for the dog toys. I’ve also put a sheepskin into the “keyhole” of my desk, above, which means that I can’t slide my chair in out of the way but it gives Punch a ready-made den.
As a result, they’ve settled in here much more quickly than the last place and I’m convinced it’s because they have their spots back. Truth be told, I chose the apartment because it backs onto a huge, shady park and as the dogs get older they don’t want to walk as far as they once did. Having the park downstairs means we’ll always have a pleasant place to pass a few minutes but don’t have to hike to get there. The apartment’s definitely not perfect but it has its upsides.