Moving into a new home is scary. My old Mum dropped me off at my new Mum’s house yesterday. She stayed for about an hour to reassure me that everything was alright before she left.
My new family seem pretty nice. They used to have another Keeshond, but he died about a year ago. There were lot’s of new people to meet and lovely smells to sniff.
I was a bit sad when my old Mum(I’ll call her Angela now) left. I sat at the door and waited for her to come back, but she didn’t.
My new family has Mum and four kids. One of the kids has a boyfriend that lives here, too. Mum has a boyfriend as well. That’s lots of new people to meet. Everyone took it slowly with me and let me take my time getting to know them. I really appreciated that.
There is another old dog that lives here too. His name is Beau. He is really nice, but I can tell he gets a bit grumpy with me sometimes. Well, he is very old in doggie years….he’s eighty something and I’m only a young whippersnapper. My family have made sure that if Beau gets angry with me they won’t make it worse for me by giving him a pat. They are trying very hard to spread the attention out between us both so that neither of us get cross.
At tea time, Mum gave me some chicken necks, but I wasn’t hungry. Some of my friends told me that its hard to eat when you first move into a new home. Mum is a bit worried about me, but she knows I will eat once I have settled in. I had a few small treats during the day, so I wasn’t completely starving.
We have had some visitors call in to see me. I must be very special!! They all made a big fuss of me and gave me a nice scratch under the chin.
At bedtime, I slept in the loungeroom with the boy that lives here. I like him a lot. He’s my favourite person at the moment. He is helping me to settle in and paying me lots of attention.
Bye for now,
