The move is technically complete. Everything came off the truck on Monday looking just like it did when it when it was loaded on Friday. I had decent packers, conscientious and capable loaders, and a vigilant, professional driver.

Natasha is grumpy, but I’ve placed her crate with the top open at the foot of the bed, and she takes shelter in there when she feels threatened. She is moving about some, so I’m pleased at that development. She seems to be tolerating Pericles, but she and Ajax are like oil and water. She spends much of her time curled comfortably in the crate but she pokes her head up like a periscope when she wants to see what’s going on. That was hubby’s first observation, but upon further reflection, we think she looks more like a tank driver.