Olive

I haven't mentioned yet how much Olive hated the move. She hated it. More than getting her nails clipped. Even more than being dried by a towel after a bath. We were worried.

For the first week she did nothing but sit on the couch and cry. The first time we left her in the house alone she busted down her puppy gate and wedged herself between the couch cushions and quivered until we got home. She was a pathetic mess.

I don't know why we were surprised by her reaction. She flips out when we pack a suitcase, so packing the entire apartment was bound to send her into a tailspin. Literally.

Here she is reacting to us trying to roll out the living room rug:

Oddly, putting the rug in place was the first thing that seemed to convince her that we were staying here for good. Now that we've settled into a routine, she's gotten more comfortable.

Here she is eating like a caveman with Jason at our first dinner in the new house:

She broke her leg lunging for a piece of bacon. She will bite your face off for a piece of steak.

Now, here she is last night completely at ease and acting like she owns the place:

Notice the new throw pillows in the background. First new pretty! Olive claimed them immediately. She's back!