Our dog Sonny loves us. A lot. If we’re on the couch, he’s on the couch. If we’re in the yard, he’s out there too. When we go to bed, so does he. When we’re in the shower, he’s sitting outside the tub and when we step out, he’s right there to lick the water off our feet. (I know, kinda gross.) I think it’s cute how he follows me around the house on Saturdays. Room to room, up and down, load after load of laundry, he never gets tired. Sometimes he gets stepped on, but never tired.
Lately though, he’s taken his love to a different level. Now he’s like the dog equivalent of Glenn Close and it’s making me nervous. He freaks when he picks up on the cues that we’re leaving the house – with him in it. When I go to put my shoes on, he snatches one and runs. If he can’t do that, he attaches himself to my leg and does the dirty even though he’s now fixed. If he sees my bag go over my shoulder, he jumps and jumps and jumps to try to get me to pick him up. And when I grab my keys, that’s when he loses it alltogether. Watch this video to see what I’m talking about.
Pathetic, right? Well, that was mild. What you can’t see in the video is that he squirmed his way out the door so I had to drop everything and chase him around the front yard yelling, “wanna go bye byes? wanna go bye byes?” til he finally came close enough for me to grab him. Then I went through the whole thing again two more times. It makes me sad and mad and insanely irritated at the same time. I mean, I have enough trouble getting out the door to work. And home is not the only place he pulls this shit. Now I can’t even leave him in the car while I run into the store. I tried that on Saturday and came back to find he had worked himself into such a frenzy that he threw up. Thanks, Bobo.
I love Sonny. I really do. He has brought so much joy into our lives. But I just have to say, my cats would never do this. Embarrass themselves by begging for my attention that way? Hmph. Never. Before Sonny, I’d leave them in the morning and come back at night to find them in the exact same spot. Just looking at me. The only way I knew they had moved at all was the evidence they left in the litter box.
Anyway, I told my vet what was going on and he said it sounds like Sonny has separation anxiety. Of course he does. But what can I do about it? He suggested not making a big deal out of leaving or coming home. Just walk out without saying bye. Seems kind of rude, but OK. Just walk in without saying hi. Again, rude, but OK. He told me to put my shoes on, grab my keys and bag and just sit on the couch sometimes to throw Sonny off. That way he doesn’t think that EVERY time we do those things he’s going to be left. You know how stupid I feel sitting there with my bag over my shoulder and keys in my hand? The best part, he freaks out EVERY time just the same.
Has anyone else ever dealt with dog anxiety? Any advice?