So the dog -- now named Mason-- has separation anxiety. All things considered, things could be worse. He is 99% housetrained, 80% chew trained, has learned his new name, "sit," "paw," and is on his way to understanding "stay" within the span fo the three weeks he has been here. He loves other dogs, doesn't bark, and isn't overtly needy (aside from being unable to stay alone). It could be worse. The major inconvenience of this is that, being that he can't be alone; one of us needs to be with him. I'm extremely lucky that I work at a dog daycare and can bring him with me. Otherwise I'd be paying for him to be at a sitter's house.
Our schedules for the last few weeks have been conflicting; when we were home together, we were too exhausted to contemplate leaving again. When one of us was home with the day off, we needed the dog with us. We haven't gone food shopping in two weeks.
The result of this is that there is absolutely no food in our fridge. Unless one of us can go shopping tonight after we're both home, it's Bagel Bites for dinner. There is a package of Kraft singles, two sticks of celery, some lemons, a slice of chocolate cake, and nine personal packages of Applesauce in there. It's like the back shelf of a dorm mini-fridge.
The result of no food is that everything that is in our fridge is starting to ice over. No, really. The carrot sticks have become a giant frozen bundle of baby carrots. It's become it's own carrot-stick-fort in the refridgerator. Lonely polar bears, barely kept adrift on their glacier rafts, are mournfully paddling in the direction of my refrigerator.
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