…cause I need one more thing to feed and clean up after like I need a hole in the head. However, since the kids and Ted have been pulling the hard sell for years, I decided if I was going to relent, I was going to get what I wanted: a rescued year old Blue Heeler named Jaxson.
He’s perfect, loyal, herds my family, likes to snuggle and is good in the car.
Unfortunately, he is also psycho.
I’m pretty sure the technical term is ‘separation anxiety’. Or so my Sis, the vet, says. He freaks out to be separated from us. This is actually (and surprisingly) very endearing. Until we are in a situation where we have to leave him alone. Like when we go to the grocery store. Or out to dinner. He just can’t come.
So he has a prescription for tranquilizers. And Xanex. And Prozac. Yeah, he’s that dog….
But he’s sweet, and adorable and a dude magnet. So what’s not to love?
