Sometimes our dog Tassu* truly drives me nuts. He is the cutest, sweetest beagle ever, and most of the time very smart. However, what comes to his relationship with J – those two are absolutely the best buddies ever. When I come home earlier than him, the dog hardly pays attention to me but keeps staring at the door and waiting for his playmate to come home.
This week J has been on the field, and the restless dog keeps running back and forth from upstairs to the front door. First day he didn’t eat at all – not even if the cat was near his food bowl, and still he spends a good part of the night sleeping on the floor upstairs so that he can see if someone is coming in. When J is at home, the dog is the first one to be in the bed in the evenings.
However, this separation anxiety is getting better over the time. In the summer J was in another training in Lower 48 for a full month. Two weeks the dog was sleeping at the front door, whining every once in a while and if a car was slowing down when driving by our house, he was at the door faster than a race car.
Gotta love the dogs, right!?
Besides trying to spoil the dog suffering from separation anxiety I have been overwhelmed by the growing task list and all the things going on. This week is full of school activities – I have still some reading to do for an exam on Friday – as well as have a couple of family photo shoots scheduled. Tuesday nights I sit in the classroom listening to lecture series about Abnormal Psychology, which actually is one of my favorite classes after neuropsychology and biological psychology but the long day is just making me so tired.
Other tasks for the week include a new hair-do (if I only knew what to do with my hair!?), figuring out the Halloween costumes, scheduling a family photo shoot of us …… even once I will be the one who is not taking pics. And trying to come up with a dinner/date ideas for Friday when J gets home.
Speaking of date ideas, Mrs. K and Captain J had a cool date night: Dating on a Budget.
That’s all for now, stay tuned – more updates to follow!
*) His name “Tassu” means a paw in Finnish. I was born in Finland, and when got this little buddy in 2006, wanted to give him a name that means something in Finnish (even though my Finnish skills are vanishing way too fast) but is also pronounceable in English.