At first, Ambrosius merely gave a whine and covered his eye with a paw. Then he rolled onto his side, pushing both paws at Didymus in such a way as to indicate he did not wish to leave the floor just now.
"Come now, Ambrosius," he said, firmly, straightening and standing back with his hands on his hips. "We must away upstairs, so that thou mayest take thy rest in our room."
Finally, even if it was accompanied by another whimper, Ambrosius slowly got to his feet. "That's better," Didymus said, rewarding him with a pat to the neck. "The fourth floor," he then added, looking up at the good doctor, as he led Ambrosius toward the door and out of the kitchen toward the moving room once again.