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Amber and I have just finished off another monster roadtrip; this time to Mobile, AL for the 2014 GoDaddy.com Bowl. I write just finished off , but that’s not entirely true. We just hit bumper-to-bumper traffic in Northern Virginia as we close in on the early morning rush hour. 15 hours ago, when we left sweet home Alabama, we never imagined that we’d be in the middle of such gnarly traffic at 5 a.m.
What’s pressing my brain at the moment, (besides the intense fear of death as my wife fiercely negotiates traffic at high speed), is a comment by our pet sitter, Becky, who stopped by Sunday and Monday to take of the lizards. She mentioned Dorian “wasn’t eating very much.” Normally, we’d worry over such news, but we’ve taken enough breaks to know what’s really going on.
Dorian has such separation anxiety, that when we leave for an extended period of time, he freaks out, thinking we are never to return, and with it, our preparation of his delicious and very nutritious food. It’s not as if he grazes over the time were gone, that’s not something he does normally, even when we’re home.
What we’ve noticed is that after days of not eating a full or even half a bowl of food, he’ll completely pig out when we get back. The first day of return, he’ll power through not just one bowl or two, but sometimes three full bowls, plus any snacks with which we dare placate him. It’s like he’s the hero in a shonen manga, with stacks of plates and mounds of food ready to be devoured by the hero’s voracious appetite. This proves problematic, as often is he case, we prepare just enough food for our absence, leaving us scrambling to make enough salad mix for our hungry igs!
You’d think he’d exhibit the opposite behavior, squirreling away food until we got back. He gets a fresh bowl every day with the pet sitter replacing the previous day’s mix. But he doesn’t, and I expect that we’ll have to scramble in mere moments as we just turned into our neighborhood. I’m already humming Bananarama as we pull into our condo.