It’s a feeling akin to oversleeping on exam day or realizing, halfway through your work day, that you forgot to turn off the oven. I opened my briefcase to get my passport and…it wasn’t there. At first you think “No, it can’t be.” as you check and re-check and re-check again, and then desperation sets in and you think “No! It can’t be!” as though you can set things right, make the passport magically appear, through sheer force of will. But no. No passport! I raced won to level one and jumped in a cab, leaving Akemi – and the three dogs, each in their tiny sherpa bags, Bubba howling in protest. My stress levels had just gone to 11.
I felt like that week my fantasy football Snow Monkeys lost on one of the final plays of the one of the final games when Vincent Jackson scored that touchdown. Why do the fates conspire against me?!!
I made it back to my place and back in a little over twenty minutes. Then, there was no time to dilly-dally or walkie-walkie. It was straight through security and on to the gate where our flight boarded early – but left late. I had bought six seats of the six of us – the dogs got the middle seat while the humans got the aisle. And, after weeks of worry and an anxiety-filled morning, the dogs were…great! Bubba was a little noisy at first but quickly settled down for the duration of the flight. Jelly cried, only occasionally. And Lulu was even quieter than her travel companion, Jeff (and his noisy laptop tapping!).
Of course, by the time we hit the baggage claim, Bubba was in full wail and Akemi had to retreat to a quiet section of the arrival area to calm him down. We got our bags, caught a lift and, finally, got to our new home in Toronto. Until next week when we move to a nicer place.
In the meantime, an unexpected problem has arisen and I could use your invaluable input. What do I do about separation anxiety? No, I’m not talking about me missing Vancouver. I’m talking about Bubba missing us – the second we leave the place. He howls up a storm that carries down the hall and, no doubt, through the wall and into the neighboring suite. Akemi and I went out to dinner tonight with our friends, John and Nancy (who, sadly, are moving OUT of Toronto on Monday) and came back, a couple of hours later, to the sounds of Bubba’s cries.
Anybody dealt with something similar? Have any advice for dealing with a lonely and vocal dog? We tried leaving the t.v. on and littering the place with kibble to distract him, but even that didn’t work. What can I do, short of getting him a job on the Dark Matter production?