Skippy lives with us now and frankly I am surprised that he is such bosom buddies with Wendy. Those two are thick as thieves and he puts up with things from her he would not tolerate from anyone else. Since we have had him, he suffers from separation anxiety. I wonder if he thinks that if I go out without him, I will 'disappear' like June did? He won't eat or drink or go out for hygiene reasons. He lies by the door looking dejected and miserable. He sighs, sits up and howls sometimes before lying down in a depressed heap on the floor. Nobody can do anything with him so he has to come with me wherever I go.
We could almost write a book series of his adventures in places he has visited with me. Skippy goes to Dover, Skippy goes to Deal, Skippy goes to Wales, to Scotland, to Tonbridge, to London, to the Isle of Wight, to Norfolk, to Hythe, to Lympne - he really gets around these days
I would like to think that June is content and knows that her dog is having a happy life.
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