You know how I so often say I’m grateful that Lilly doesn’t have separation anxiety (among all her other fears)? (I’d like to keep it that way.) Well, we learned last Friday that there is one instance when she VERY much minds being alone. The little stinker barked and howled for one hour, 10 minutes, when I put her on our (fenced) property after our walk … while I enjoyed lunch next door with a neighbor and friend who offered to give me a break from all the stress. Lilly didn’t like it one @#$#@ bit. Lesson learned.
I don’t think it was real anxiety. I think it was just frustration. She knew where I’d gone. She wanted to go too.
BUT, she was a muddy mess after our hour-long walk since it had snowed the day before and the unpaved road was sloppy. I don’t let her run around like that in our house, so I certainly wasn’t about to take her into anyone else’s that way.
So, if we schedule another walk-and-lunch, I guess I’ll have to take her all the way into the house before enjoying lunch. Otherwise, she’ll give a repeat performance of Lilly’s Alone in the Yard aria, or worse.
The Herd never cares if I come and go, unless I take 1 or 2 of them and leave some. That, they cry, is unfair.
The Herd never cares if I come and go, unless I take 1 or 2 of them and leave some. That, they cry, is unfair.
The Herd never cares if I come and go, unless I take 1 or 2 of them and leave some. That, they cry, is unfair.
The Herd never cares if I come and go, unless I take 1 or 2 of them and leave some. That, they cry, is unfair.
R does a similar thing. He’s fine alone, unless he figures out that I’m taking K out for some fun. Then, he lets loose with a barrage of barking. If I stay within earshot with her, his manifesto doesn’t end. Of course, I don’t know what happens when I’m out of earshot!