Ugh–someone is having trouble settling into her new digs.
By trouble, I mean she barks and whines anytime I leave her alone for more than about a minute.
A small dog with issues is able to achieve an impressive volume level.
Since the cottage isn’t particularly sound proof, I have to go to work and it’s too hot to leave her in the car while I toil to put a roof over our heads, this means I have trouble, too. Big trouble.
I’m a believer in the power of the professional so we went to Penny’s least favourite place–the vet.
Apparently all the recent changes have proved to be too much for her small canine brain to process. Just sending our beloved boy off to university was likely enough to upset her equilibrium, never mind everything else we’re enduring.
I’m grateful the vet and her staff didn’t judge me for raising a neurotic dog. Instead, they provided hand-outs on dealing with separation anxiety in dogs and the golden ticket–pharmaceuticals.
Penny has some low-dose tranquilizers to get her through the rough first days of work. I, on the other hand, will be dealing with all the stress of a new job on my own.
We also have a bottle of artificial dog pheromones to spray on her bed to relax her. Apparently, it smells like a mother dog, which I suppose would be calming for a dog who is feeling abandoned.
The best news is the spray won’t cause me to start licking myself and humping strangers’ legs as it has no affect on humans. (Yes, I had to ask.)
In the event none of this helps my little friend, the vet clinic can offer her doggy day care so at least she’s not pissing off the neighbours with her incessant barking.
Why does everything have to be so difficult?
The Grey Divorcee 