Anyway, about the separation anxiety. I was gone into Raleigh for five or six hours one day and left Mason with my Mother. When I got back she told me that he ran from his favorite window where he can see everything to the door I would come through when I returned, over and over, back and forth. He would not eat anything she offered him, including special treats I had left that he usually loved. When I got back home, he would not leave my side, even went with me to the bathroom, waited for me outside the shower, watched me as I walked from my desk to the kitchen and back, and got into my lap as often as possible.
(If you missed last week, this is part two in a two part article series. Read part one here.)
I knew that I needed to take Mason to see our favorite vet, Dr. Potosky, to see if she had some separation anxiety solutions for us to try out.
