We have a dog named Pugsley. We love Pugsley. Yes, we do. (I often needed to remind myself of that fact throughout this last week.) We recently moved, and our 10-year-old Beagle/Pug mix was simply beside himself. Since verbal articulation has never been his strong suit, we don’t know why he went into temporary insanity. Did he think he was going to lose his owners along with his home? Did he simply decide he wasn’t up for change? Since he’s a dog wildly given over to all textile comforts (he burrows into all pillows, blankets, soft furniture, clothing, and whatever [...] Read more »