After losing Goldie, Marvin and I may have created a spoiled little chocolate monster. We gave him so much attention that now he expects to go with us when we leave the house. He’s a smart guy though. During the week, he doesn’t put up a fight. I suppose that the normalcy of going to work Monday-Friday isn’t of much interest to him. Saturday and Sunday, a different story. We practically have to sneak out of the house and then hearing him cry on the other side of the door breaks me heart. We have medication, both prescription and natural, but I don’t like to give it to him. Make him all blah and I know that I don’t like feeling this way. So, for now, we just continue to work on it and when he can go with us, we let him.
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