I Moved My Dog's Cheese

I don't recommend moving to anyone. It arguably has to be the worst thing in the world, even when you hire someone to do it for you. Despite the purging, garage sale, frequent trips to the Goodwill, there's nothing good about moving.

Just ask my dog.

Bella grew up in this house. She had her own doggy door, her own back yard, she even had her own couch and chair to sit in. She has her own bed, and three kongs that are strung out all over the place. Only she knows where they are at any given time. But then came the time when I moved her cheese. It didn't go over very well.

You see, dogs are more creatures of habit than we are. They like their stuff in one place, they like their routine, they eat at the same time every day, in this case, Bella eats three times a day and believe me, she has her own clock. And she sticks to it, and never misses a beat.

The real turning point came when everything was moved out of the family room. The only thing left was my chair and the TV. Go figure, yes I said it, my chair and the TV. Believe it or not it was a recommendation by one of the stagers, but when push came to shove we ended up moving all the furniture from the living room to the family room. We left only the chair in the living room so Bella could look outside.

It was the least I could do because after all, I moved my dog's cheese.

She deserved better.