Poor Little Bingley was Homesick

I'm settling into a routine now that we're home. It's still a little strange with the girls gone (they are busy having adventures with Nana and Bapa until the end of the month) and with Matt having to work so much overtime. However, Bingley and I are dealing with it.

Bingley, unfortunately, doesn't seem to be feeling quite himself yet. I'm not sure if he just misses the girls, their energy, and the entertainment they provide. Or if he's still recovering from his time at the doggy motel. He's not eating particularly well, he's somewhat lethargic, and he follows me from room to room.

Last time he stayed at the doggy motel, which is over a year now, he absolutely loved it--I wasn't sure he even wanted to come home with us. But this time, he apparently had a very bad case of homesickness. I suppose it would be called separation anxiety. He was fine as long as he was with the "motel" owners or playing with other dogs, but when he was alone, nothing could soothe him--he was just beside himself and would bark and bark. He's not a "barky" dog, so this was rather unlike him. He's still hoarse from it all. He also developed stomach problems and lost weight while he was there. Poor little guy.

I must admit I'm concerned about him. We're supposed to go on two other trips this year--one in October and one in December. The "motel" will take him one more time on a trial basis. In other words, if he doesn't "improve" they won't allow him to stay there anymore. Thankfully, a very sweet neighbor who loves dogs and adores Bingley has said she will take care of him at her house during our trips. In the meantime, I'm going to talk to our vet to see if she has any suggestions to help him to feel more comfortable while we are away.

Ah, well, I didn't mean to write such a "cheery" post. I actually meant to tell you about a few critters I've been working on, but those will wait until I have some pictures to show you. Thanks for listening to the concerns of a doggy mommy.

Warmly,
Cheryl