We arrive home, I open the car door, Mac gets out and begins to explore his new surroundings. After sniffing everything in sight and marking his new territory, it is time to go inside and check things out. It didn’t take long for this 60 pound fur baby to decide he was going to sleep on the bed. You guessed it! He jumped right up there and made himself at home.
Thankfully, we had the weekend to settle in and adjust to each other and his new home. Then, it was time for me to go back to work and that meant leaving Mack at home alone. I confess, I worried about him all day. Every question that could go through my mind did. Is he doing ok? Is he getting into anything he shouldn’t? If he get’s up on the bed, can he get down without getting hurt?
As the work day comes to a close, I am anxious to get home and check on my sweet fur baby. I walk in the door and he is sitting on the bed, I look up at the window and the blinds have been chewed on. He tilted his head and looked at me with this confused look, almost as if to say, “you bring me to this strange place, leave me at home alone, and expect me to not try to find my way back to Ms. Linda?” I couldn’t help but understand what he was trying to say.
Maybe just a touch of separation anxiety….
As the days and weeks went by, he was a happy dog, but he still moped around. That was when I realized he was missing something….his kennel-mate, Blackie.
Next, “The Reunion”
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