Today I am learning my new people’s jobs. Dad goes to someplace called “work” and doesn’t come back til dark time. Jamie goes to “school” and is gone most of the day. Dad takes him, and Mom brings him back. Mom is usually home except for when she goes to the school Liberry to help out. Whatever that is.
Everything was fine until Mom said she’d “be right back” and went to a place called “City Hall” to get my license. This time, she moved the garbage cans. I got so nervous I pooped on the dining room floor, even though I’d just gone to the bathroom before she left! When Mom came back, I slouched and cringed to show her I was sorry. Mom called Dad and said that I have “separation anxiety” and canceled her gym class. She took me in the car everywhere else she had to go today, but did not leave me in the car alone. Mom says I did good in the car. I like the car. Mom is now looking for a Pet Sitter for me. I heard her tell Dad on the phone that I need time to “adjust and realize that Mom is always coming back.” I don’t know what that means. Maybe if I knew what that meant, I wouldn’t be so nervous. I really am nervous all the time, and I need a nap.