Mom Has really helped me with my Separation Anxiety

Countdown to Thursday…..Almost 14 years ago, Mom brought me home. She went shopping and bought me a bed, a crate, blankets, treats and everything. I thought…this is gonna be a great life. Somehow I developed separation anxiety and I …

pooped in the crate all the time because I was so upset. Mom then got pet sitters for me and she took me to Doggie Day Care. I still have the SA but it has gotten better with Adaptil collar and a thunder shirt. I didn’t have a name for 2 months. A neighbor suggested Angel…HAH…a JRT named Angel (I don’t think so). Mom just kept saying come on Baby, lets go….and it stuck…I am… and have been …The Babe!! Wonder what Mom is gonna get me for my birthday?