The process of transporting one’s possessions from one dwelling to another is highly unsatisfactory–sucks even more when there’s a spouse and animals involved.

Simply put, more “living beings” equals more junk…Casper and Pom Pom have a LOT of junk.

Over the past few days we’ve moved tables, furniture and about 3,000 pounds of Cindy’s clothes. Honestly, it wasn’t that hard at all.

Tonight, our first night in the new apartment, we brought the animals and their stuff. By far, I feel more tired from lugging up their beds and food and toys then I did with anything else during this move.

Moral of the story: Need help moving a couch or table? I’m your man.

But no dog stuff…pleeeease.