Kilroy’s Kingdom is unraveling around him.
Moving day is rapidly approaching and his people are fluttering around in an unusual frenzy. Boxes are piling up, furniture is being dismantled, and there are all sorts of strange sounds.
Kilroy understands that something big is happening and his reaction has been to cling to his sense of safety: his beds.
He’s surprisingly cool and relaxed when in the safe spaces of his beds, as long as they are in the right places. But, sensing some sort of impending doom, he is reluctant to leave the security of those spots upstairs and, when we can get him away, he makes every attempt to scurry back.
B and I understand Kilroy’s reaction to the physical upheaval in our household and the startling changes in our routine and behavior. Dogs are very sensitive (greyhounds, especially) and the uncertainty associated with change is very traumatic for dogs. We are going with the flow of his anxiety, as best we can.
Kilroy has essentially become a shut-in. He doesn’t want to leave the upstairs (especially considering his issue with the stairs) which is fine, except for the necessities of eating/drinking and peeing/pooping.
His elevated feeding station is downstairs and he rushes by it in order to get back upstairs, so he wasn’t getting the hydration or nourishment he needs. To make sure he gets what he needs, we have been delivering food and water to his bedside. Of course, room service only exacerbates the issue, but I won’t allow him to become dehydrated or any skinnier than he is. We’re only here for a few more days.
Walkies has become a definite issue. It’s getting to the point where he is refusing to get out of bed (especially for evening walkies). He freaks out (shakes, nose drips) and it’s often difficult to get him away from the house and down the drive. He will pee once, turn on his paw, and attempt to scurry home. It takes great effort to get him to poop.
Here’s hoping his new house hits Kilroy’s reset button.