 Sound the Trumpets I'm coming home
It is my belief that my dogs separation anxiety and my own stems from definitely having to get some space to myself. Wether it be arts and crafts, being on the computer, or sitting on the couch hugging my boyfriend (my dog is jealous of him) Anything that takes my attention away from him and occupies my lap is inherently bad, evil, and misunderstood.
He doesn't really get aggressive or mean he just gets overly friendly and pushy to the point that I'll turn my head and find him crawling all over whatever happened to be in my lap at the moment. He will be licking me trying to pull my attention back to him. Now if I'm with my boyfriend and all the sudden a yorkie pops into my lap and intrudes on the kiss. Well not only does that make my boyfriend raise an eyebrow but it makes me feel bad and very uncomfortable.
So most of the time I just go out for a night or two and leave him with my parents. As much as I love and miss him over that time I'm out, I get a little of it back for myself and I'll tell you I don't waste a second. When I get home the royal trumpet's are sounded and flaming swords are raised. Yea Panzer's happy to see me, and I'm happy to see him. Well, let's just say it's good to have time to miss each other. |