Zigmund's been here a week now. He's doing just fine. He has separation anxiety. I leave for work a little less than 2 hours before everyone else in the house gets up. A couple days a week, Paul takes our youngest son to preschool. So, Zigmund has been alone a few times this week.
He's still doing just fine. There was one morning that he made a mess on the floor and chewed up a pen, but the other times have been good.
He's laying next to me on the couch now, resting his big head on my lap. He must have a pretty strong watchdog instinct, too, because he follows me and the boys around, always keeping a watchful eye.
I love my Zigmund.
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