Dog separation anxiety

It’s the weekend, and I feel anxious for having left Bugsy behind with his dog yaya(nanny).  It may have stemmed from my fastforward imagination, or maybe not, but dog health concerns emerge when faced with momentary separations. I’m not kidding. Our 5-hour separation last week unfortunately had resulted to a minute  seizure.  Read here on what had happened. A rush to his vet and a series of laboratory tests immediately followed.  Results say that he is in perfect health condition.   Previous to his seizure, it was a toss between an upset stomach or a loss of appetite. Ayayay!  I should have taken Mother’s dog stories more seriously as to how care and time must be devoted  in taking on the role of a dog owner.  But today, I am faced with no other choice as an important task needs to be worked on A.S.A.P. 

My state of being since Bugsy came to life.
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J. Bond says that a year ain’t complete without me busting an appliance or a gadget.   Two years ago was all about a microwave.  Alleluia for our long-term warranty that had granted us a refund which we then consumed to purchase a new microwave  instead of pondering further over a possible resuscitation.  Fourth quarter last year was the unfortunate accidental drop of my Ricoh camera while taking photos of bead works.  Another allelua for our warranty, but the unit had to be repaired in Hongkong since no Ricoh service centers exist in Manila.  Lesson learned.  When buying appliances and gadgets, always ask if service centers are within an arm’s reach.  And now, I am sulking over the loose cardholder of my Nikon D3100.  So I am off to the city for another bout of repair on which this time Bugsy can’t tag along.

Picture taking while wrestling is what we do every night.

This crazy spell of dog separation anxiety kills me. I was never this way with dogs.  I feared them since I was a child.  That barking and spiteful Japanese Spitz who had killed my playful childhood years while biking along the village continue to haunt me to this day.  It was right that moment when I perceived dogs in a rather vicious light. To me, a bit of barking and growling already connote viciousness. My closest friends know by heart how  emotions wildly transform when vicious dogs are within sight.  Surely, expect  a great deal of tears, screams, pinches, shirt pulling and back riding.   They only had their sigh of relief  when J. Bond had entered the picture.  So, it was surely a big shock amongst my close circle when the most unlikely and  unexpected move of bringing home Bugsy happened one day last year.

Sleeping time with J. Bond on my work mat.

Having Bugsy have  helped minimize the vicious perception I see in dogs.  I still fear them, but now I know of my capability of taking care of a dog like Bugsy.  First, he rarely barks unless teased for long or denied him of his toy.  Surely a plus point. He is way over friendly to both humans and dogs which make me think of his loyalty at times.  Yet when at home, he clings and sticks like glue as if holding on to dear life.  Thank God,  he now understands what I mean by “give me space”. But at this point,  I am seeking for more possible reasons for his seizure. Anxiety from momentarily being physically apart is the most probable cause I can think of (if such thing exists in dogs(?)). His vet says his seizure is caused by too much excitement.  This is all new to me and needles to say, scary.