What was once flattery, quickly turned into a problem. Bentley wants to hang out with at least one of us every second, of every minute, of everyday. When Bentley does not have a playmate, or more appropriately put, security, he barks...a lot. Apparently this is common of rescue dogs and has been defined as canine separation anxiety. I didn't even know this existed, but now that my dog is on anxiety medication and our evenings consist of conditioning and therapy activities, I am well aware of this disorder. He is such a sweet pup and Will hasn't thrown me out when my anxious tendencies get the best of me, so we are sticking it out for him. The vet seems to think I won't have a shadow forever and I'm hoping this comes soon because I wasn't expecting to have an audience in the bathroom until our first kid.
Besides vet visits and trips to Petco in attempt to find a vice to ease his worries, the last two weeks have been spent getting to know each other! Although I'm a little slower to attach than he seems to be, I am growing found of the little guy. (I apologize about the number of pictures of my pet there are on this post.)
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| Popcorn time. |
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| Please? |
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| Caught |
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Soon he'll get some lovin' from me!
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