Twitching

We are back in Cleveland and at our new house. Poor Shea has been moved from place to place for the past year. After driving seven hours in a car he has never ridden in before, it all seemed to come crashing down for him. For a little while anyways.

Shea's day started out cramped into the back seat of my car. A place he has never been allowed before, hence the covering sheets for protection! He had a hard time getting comfortable, tossing and turning for the seven hours we were driving. 

When we finally arrived, he jumped out of the car and was ready to explore this new place. Running around the yard and the house, sniffing everything in sight. However, for some reason, Shea got really restless. He began trying to eat the garbage, he cried at the back door, when nobody responded, he went to the front and cried. A very sad sight.  I finally caved and took him for a walk. He peed on every tree we passed and then refused to come in the house. After bribing him inside with peanut butter, he found a way to sneak out the back door. Thank goodness Shea never gets sick of the peanut butter bribe, as we had to lure him back from our neighbors yard with a full jar.

We left Shea alone for a little while when we went out to dinner. I was a little nervous to see what we would come home to. Besides getting into the garbage, I am led to believe he simply laid in the bathtub crying while we were gone. The dirty paw prints all over the tub was a dead give away. 

Now, after an exhausting, confusing day for the Big Guy, he is sleeping and twitching on the floor. Hopefully tomorrow is better for him. When he hurts, I hurt.