Abby the dog apparently had a case of separation anxiety this afternoon. I was out at the grocery store and gas station for about 1 1/2 hours, and Mom tells me she ran all over the house looking for me. She even made it to the front door, which is a first. That offers a great view toward the street and the Waianae Mountains about 35 miles away, but she’s been leery of coming out from where the humans are until now. We’ll see how long it takes her to get over that.
We’re thinking she spent most of her life in an apartment or condo, because she’ll go out into the back yard on a leash with no argument at all, but she won’t leave the house unless I put that leash on. It may be that she just doesn’t understand the concept of a yard she can roam in with no restraint. She’ll eventually get over that too, I’m sure.