I have boasted about my own adaptability in the face of upcoming big changes in our life. However, I am a piker compared to Toby the Puppy when it comes to adaptability. For that matter, so is my wife.
Toby has adjusted quite nicely to RV living. That, full-time RV living.
We have taken the plunge. We have vacated our house and moved full-time, all the time into our 28-foot fifth wheel.
How has Toby the coped with the change? Just fine. Thanks for asking.
He’s a puppy with relatively few needs. All he seems to insist on is for Mommy and Daddy to be nearby. We are happy to oblige.
Yes, he has been forced to make his share of adjustments, just as my wife and I have made them. Perhaps the major adjustment in Toby’s life has been for him to tell us he needs to go outside. It’s a non-verbal request, to be sure. He goes to the door of our RV, stands there looking anxious. My wife and I have become quite fluent puppy body language.
It used to be easier for Toby. Going outside meant he would open the back door of our house and turn him loose into our fenced-in backyard. These days, the process requires us to attach a leash to his collar or his jacket. Then we have to go out with him.
That is not an issue for either my wife or me.
We still toss his toys and he still fetches them and brings them back to us.
Toby sleeps through the night and in fact gets so comfortable he’s often the last one to roll out of the sack in the morning.
Adaptable? Yep, Toby the Puppy is the canine definition of the term.