Dr. Strangemove: Or, how Sable Learned to Love the Packout

Sable, steadfastly guarding a last-minute Amazon delivery and supervising the movers to ensure her kibble arrives abroad safely.

We’re officially four days out from my departure from the U.S., and the packing company landed like the Marines at D-Day on our doorstep this morning. Josh and I had been up late frantically shoving things in suitcases and backpacks in a vain attempt to exert some control over the process, but, blessedly, the movers moved hard and fast to just get our things in boxes as efficiently and quickly as possible. I’m exhausted just watching them and answering their questions, but we tried to show them some gratitude with a pizza lunch today and some tips tonight, obviously.

A disgruntled Orf expresses his displeasure at not having been consulted prior to today’s ordeal. Duly noted, Sir.

Sable has spent most of the day strapped to Josh or my hips so she doesn’t become a flight risk before her actual flight before settling in on the front porch to monitor the movers’ progress and, naturally, greet the various delivery drivers on our street. Poor Oprheus is rather fed up with the movers after having sought refuge under the bed from the noise and retreating to his catbox for the afternoon. Sigh. A sign of events to come, I suppose.