Monday, December 16, 2013
Mason is going in on Friday to get some doggy Xanax. I adopted him when he was one and he had the worst case of separation anxiety I had ever seen (he ate through my floor, garage door, etc) and I did a lot of training. It really stressed me out but I did not give up on him. He has done well for a few years but lately has totally regressed. Nothing has changed in our life. I can't train him again, I just can't do it. It was so stressful when I left him alone I never enjoyed going out. The stress got so bad I couldn't eat. He clearly needs some medical help for wires that are shorting in his brain. I feel like I failed my dog.