First I left for Art & Soul Hampton, then for a cruise to Alaska, then we had company for my surprise birthday, and finally this last visit from Marissa and Jaycea, who went home this morning. During the past ten days we've been to the shore, to New York, to Washington, DC, and to the mall. We've gone out for dinner, out for ice cream, out for photographs . . .
And poor Atticus just didn't get it. Always a mama's boy, he was apparently pushed over the edge by all the activities of the past six weeks. He began licking . . . and licking . . . and licking his front leg. The vet told me it was likely the result of stress from separation anxiety. And while it may have started in his head, it has turned into a very real open sore on his leg -- a lick granuloma I've been told. He will be on antibiotics and wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt for the next fourteen days, and if he still won't leave it alone now that I'm home, we'll start him on prozac.
I kid you not.