Moving house is annoying

I'm moving house next weekend.
It's been about 2.5 years since I last moved. Not much has changed.
You still have to pack up all of your stuff. It's still really annoying. It's pretty much how I remember it.
At least Doggy is here to help this time round. I love Doggy. J doesn't like to show off, but Doggy really is one of the all time top dogs. Hachiko is another good one. But Doggy is definitely up there.
He is the whole package: super handsome, with a really great personality. He is elegant and graceful. He never gets bothered by the stream of people who want to pat him every time you take him for a walk. He is a cool guy.
He stayed over last night. I let him sleep on my bed because he kept putting his front paws on the bed and it looked really cute. I know that J and LB let him sleep on their bed, indeed, bought a new, lower bed when Doggy's arthritis made it hard for him to climb up on their old one.
Who am I to say no?
I discovered that when Doggy sleeps on the bed, he really sleeps on the bed. He pretty much took up the whole thing. To give you an idea, imagine that my bed is like the Australian flag. Doggy occupied all the part that is blue and has stars on it. All of it! I got the stupid union jack in the corner. But he was asleep, what could I do?
I also discovered that he woofs in his sleep a little. Just enough to be cute, and not annoying.
Here he is, right now, by the way.
Hey, this post isn't about moving house at all!