The first time we put our house up for sale, we put a large part of our belongings in a storage cube on our driveway,
The response from our Golden Pyrenees, Sheldon Buttercup, was immediate. He’s a shelter dog abandoned several times, so I knew what he was thinking when he started shaking, drooling, and circling the table in our kitchen.
When he sat beside me and raised his right paw, I took it in my hand and told him everything would be okay.
Twice, we traveled to Houston from New York and back to New York with our adopted cats, now deceased, but I can’t find the photos I took of them asleep on the sunny dashboard of our moving truck on our way back to New York.
So, many months later, after making donations galore, and our house mostly empty, Sheldon now seems ready to follow the next phase of our journey.
He loves wide, open spaces. Several times a day, he takes unencumbered naps with his body spread across big area carpets.


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