A Move with All the Family

I moved to Washington, DC to start a government job, and my wife and daughter moved with me. This was a new opportunity for all of us, but there was a chance the family dog would have to go. When I told my daughter that we might have to get rid of the dog when we move, she started giving me sad eyes and begged me to keep the dog. I told her that whether we could keep the dog would depend on whether or not the luxury apartments for Washington DC residents would allow people to have dogs.

We’ve had the dog for a few years, ever since it was just a puppy. We got it from a family friend who had a dog of her own that gave birth to a litter of puppies. She couldn’t take care of all of those puppies, so she gave them away to anyone who was willing to take them. The moment we looked at the puppy, we fell in love with it, especially my daughter who became so attached to it that she would play with it every chance she got.

Luck was in our favor, because I was able to find an apartment that let us keep pets. I’m not sure understood anything related to the whole apartment issue, but I know that he was glad to come with us to DC. It took him a little while to get used to his new surroundings, but after some time things were back to normal. My daughter would rush home from school to play with the dog, and it would be waiting by the door for her to come in, just so it could jump up and lick her face. The two are pretty much inseparable, and it will stay that way for a long time.