A hard day today...

This morning I put our dog on an airplane to go and live with my sister, her husband, and her labrador retriever, in Arizona.

Since we got him, he has had anxiety problems, particularly separation anxiety. If we left for even an hour he would drool all over himself - so much so that I could pick up one end of the crate, after removing the blanket (a rotation of them being washed daily), and watch the gelatinus puddles of saliva run across the bottom. If not in the crate, there was a huge mess of saliva to clean up as well wherever he awaited our return.

After many training techniques, and an investigation into herbal and pharmacutical means of relief (for him, not us), even my sons came to the conclusion that he needed to be with someone who has a dog. This technique, having him not be alone because there is an older dog to be with when humans are away, is the most humane of cures. My sister was very happy to help.

So now he is flying from here to there (mildly sedated of course). I will certainly miss him as a jogging partner! But I am sure he will really like being there with Deb and Bill and Shadow! And now we are planning a post Easter trip to Arizona to see him as well!