Don't know what my Mom's been complainin' about. I love moving! She found one of my long-lost mostest favorite toys, we get to stay in a big, bright place with windows low enough for me to look out of and bark at da peeples below, there's been lotsa peeples coming in and out, working on all sorts of stuff, and they all stop to pet me and give me belly rubs, (plus, Mom gives me cheese to stay outa their way) and I gots to meet Auntie Charo!
I don't think she liked it when I barged in on her in de potty, but she took it all in stride...she's a good doggie person!

As long as I still have my bed, and my toys and my Mom, moving is A-okay in my book!