6 hours on Mondays, and that's about it.
I worry about it, but I force myself to get over it.
He doesn't like it, but neither do I. I would much rather stay home and hang out with him, but hey...someone's gotta go out in the world and earn the dog food.
He's in a penned area with a bed, food & water, and a place to piddle and poop. I just remove his harness so there's no chance that he'll get caught up on anything, and I hope that he's not barking the entire time (for the neighbor's sake...)
I would let him have run of the house, but he's not quite entirely house broken yet.
I'm really trying to keep it light when I leave and when I get back. I think these dogs are smarter and more perceptive than we think. We stress, they sense it, and so they stress. Maybe it's our separation anxiety? They just pick up the ball and run with it. |