Dustin and I recently moved ourselves and our little farm of five to a new apartment.  Besides battling the fatigue, stress, and chaos of moving everyday for the past 1.5 weeks, we have also had to deal with some very confused animals.

For example, our cat Beau hid under the bed anytime the door opened or shut (which was all the time since we were moving stuff in), and refused to use the litter box for two full days.  And after a full week, Casper is still not used to the elevator, despite the fact that he uses it multiple times a day to go downstairs for his potty trips.  However, these problems are insignificant compared to Pom Pom’s recent behavior.

A long time fan of the elevator, Pom Pom has had no trouble adjusting to our, ahem, city apartment living (or as “city” as it can get in Eugene).  But moving requires a lot of coming and going, and when you are a little dog named Pom Pom and you don’t like to be away from your people, you are definitely NOT a happy girl when your people are constantly leaving you for unpredictable amounts of time.

And what does Pom Pom do when she’s unhappy?  She barks.  Yes, she barks, and she barks LOUD.  Not that yappy, little dog bark that gives little dogs bad reps, but actual dog barking that last for hours and hours on end.

This has not been a good start with the new neighbors.  Maybe we’ll get lucky and no one has noticed?