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You all know I love my poochie. But, his actions these days, have made me not like him so much.
There is some construction going on next door, and I think right now they are doing foundation work. For the past week, each day, I come home to a nice treat left by Luca, perhaps two. Usually, one in the laundry room, and one on the rug. It is really fun, and a lovely way to end my day.
This is more an anxiety problem than anything, I think, so I don't know what to do about it. He definitely knows he is in the wrong...when I step near any of it, he cowers and hides. I wish I could protect him from his fears!
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