Andy Trauma

We may have to find a  psychotherapist for our dog, Andy.  Yesterday, Hubby went to work at noon and accidentally left the little boy outside.  My mom didn't make it over for her puppy-sitting stint until around 1:00. 

She arrived to find Andy crying.  Sheba wouldn't take her treat from my mom until Andy was inside.  This is totally unheard of.  Under normal circumstances, she would have taken the treat and run to get into Andy's crate so she could be there when he entered the room.  Andy hates it when she's in his crate. 

After my mom let Andy in, he sat by the sofa and cried for a while.  He was so upset that he couldn't take his treat.  When he was able to pull himself together to drink some water, he had to take a little cry break in the middle.  Finally, he started to feel better and went directly into What Can I Do To Be Bad Boy mode.

We have a perfectly wonderful backyard where Andy chases birds and squirrels.  There are three dogs that live behind us and a small terrier who lives at the side.  We have some overhanging bushes that all of our dogs have loved to run through and a garage that has an exit door at the side near the back fence.  It's a veritable universe of canine fun potential, but Andy's accustomed to coming and going as he pleases.  He's also used to having his Woo outside with him a lot.

When Hubby got home, I told him about how traumatized little Andy had been.  Hubby felt guilty and dispensed treats all evening.  This morning, Andy wouldn't go out until the Sheba Woo went with him.  When she came in, so did he.  I need that pet psychic lady from television to come over and talk with him.