kirmy
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I'm offshore and David is at home looking after the furkids as a house husband. Long story short he was being consumed by 5 night shifts a week, no annual leave etc etc and depression overcame him. I asked him kindly to quit his job and be a stay at home dad to our furkids while i went off to kill mastadons and bring home the bacon...ohhh bacon.
Anyway David has a new job. He is teaching silver surfers how to use computers and the internet. This takes him away from the love nest for up to 6hrs. Before it was at night and Linus and Penfold would curl up and sleep....but now we also have Myrtle the Bulldog who only knows what it is like to have Dad or mum or both there all the time.
David set up his gopro cam to film the pack while he went out to work. This was after a dog documentary we both fretted over on the BBC showing seperation anxiety amongst pets. The worst case scenario was true. Linus started howling like a timber wolf once David was gone and Myrtle paced and paced like a caged bear. We both feel awful. There was true pain in their fearful expression. To a dog we were gone for good.
The new revised plan is that David will take the fur kids to work in their crates and every two hours take them for a walk while his class has cups of tea. They always sleep in the car as it is a going out thing. Odd that they can be left in the car without distress but not the home.
Sigh....my poor furkids.
Anyway David has a new job. He is teaching silver surfers how to use computers and the internet. This takes him away from the love nest for up to 6hrs. Before it was at night and Linus and Penfold would curl up and sleep....but now we also have Myrtle the Bulldog who only knows what it is like to have Dad or mum or both there all the time.
David set up his gopro cam to film the pack while he went out to work. This was after a dog documentary we both fretted over on the BBC showing seperation anxiety amongst pets. The worst case scenario was true. Linus started howling like a timber wolf once David was gone and Myrtle paced and paced like a caged bear. We both feel awful. There was true pain in their fearful expression. To a dog we were gone for good.
The new revised plan is that David will take the fur kids to work in their crates and every two hours take them for a walk while his class has cups of tea. They always sleep in the car as it is a going out thing. Odd that they can be left in the car without distress but not the home.
Sigh....my poor furkids.