Yes, I admit it. I am a Mama’s boy. I love being with my Mom so much so that I DO NOT like being left alone. My Mom calls it separation anxiety and boy does it annoy her sometimes. I am not sure why as it is all her fault. Mom and I are together 24/7 as she works from home. Can I help it that I like to see her face? I even freak out a little when she is pumping gas even though I can still see her through the window! I tend to howl for a little bit when she leaves me home in the crate except for early mornings when she goes to the gym. I am too sleepy to care then but later on in the day I protest her departure quite loudly (I am a Beagle mix after all)!
The other night Mom had the nerve to go out for the night (can you imagine not wanting to take me along?). She arranged for me to have a playdate with one of my best friends, Chloe who lives across the street. Now, I love playing with Chloe at her apartment and I love her Mom Sandi. Their place always has the best smells and the best toys; Aunt Sandi spoils me with tasty treats. It only took me about 5 minutes to figure out that Mom had left me at their place and went out without me! Well, I did not like that at all. I spent the next 45 minutes running around their apartment looking for Mom and whimpering. I could not focus on the fun toys or the great smells. Even the tasty treats did not distract me for long. Where was my Mom? Aunt Sandi finally took me home and I went straight to my crate and lay down. At least this was familiar! Mom eventually came home and I showed her how much I missed her by showering her with kisses and did not leave her side for the rest of the night. Hopefully, she will get the hint and not try to leave me alone at night again!
The only place I don’t mind mom leaving me is at doggie daycare. Once a week I go to Camp Run-a-Mutt and play with all my friends. Camp is so great; they have a pool and stuff for me to climb on. I love to climb and be up high. Everyone knows me at camp – does that make me popular?
Any suggestions for Mom on how to handle my separation anxiety? I think she is at her wits end on this quirky habit of mine.