I have separation anxiety. I’m stuck in locked-down Sydney without my dog | Van Badham
My sausage-shaped shadow and I have been a constant pair but the Delta variant has kept our little family apart
When I was at my lowest lockdown point – maybe three or even four lockdowns ago – my sensible friend Jenni offered me some consolation. The pandemic may be miserable for humanity, she said, but we should take heart that it was a true golden age for dogs.
I glanced down. Our dachshund, Germanicus, was curled up beside me on the couch, in the shape of a fur croissant. His little bronze head was tucked against my leg. He was napping and smiling, and Jenni was, as she usually is, quite right.
His demand for routine has prevented us from sliding into the fog of lockdown’s indistinct hours
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