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The dogs get extremely depressed every time the youngest leaves to go to her Dad's. The larger one just collapsed into a heap on the floor with one loud, over dramatic sigh accompanying the collapse. The smaller one will go sniff the front door, look out the window to see if she's there, and when she realizes she's not, she collapses into a heap on the kitchen floor. Same routine every time.
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Quote from: Phoenix on September 22, 2015, 04:17:04 PMThe dogs get extremely depressed every time the youngest leaves to go to her Dad's. The larger one just collapsed into a heap on the floor with one loud, over dramatic sigh accompanying the collapse. The smaller one will go sniff the front door, look out the window to see if she's there, and when she realizes she's not, she collapses into a heap on the kitchen floor. Same routine every time.Do they visualise how you and the oldest feel?
Quote from: Phoenix on September 22, 2015, 04:17:04 PMThe dogs get extremely depressed every time the youngest leaves to go to her Dad's. The larger one just collapsed into a heap on the floor with one loud, over dramatic sigh accompanying the collapse. The smaller one will go sniff the front door, look out the window to see if she's there, and when she realizes she's not, she collapses into a heap on the kitchen floor. Same routine every time.My dog does that when she feels she isn't getting enough attention
There was a knock on the door the other day. An elderly gentleman was outside, holding a dog, a little furry black thing all wet and scruffy, in his lap and wondering if we could please take care of the dog and find out who she belongs to. He'd found her on his morning walk, clearly lost and miserable. The dog apparently agreed--she rushed inside, running through the place as if she'd lived here all her life, sniffing and investigating everything while furiously wagging her tail.We fed her and cuddled with her, and eventually took her to the vet. Luckily she was chipped so it was easy to find the owner.And now I want a dog more than ever.
Is there a reason why you can't get a dog?