“Dexter was frantic. He was bouncing between my lap and my husband’s lap. He clawed at the floor – he was trying to get under the dashboard,” Dee explained.
Dee, her husband, their three-year-old and poor Dexter were on what should have been a seven-hour trip to Vermont to have Thanksgiving with family. Dexter was so upset that it had taken eleven hours to complete the first three hours of driving.
“We finally gave up and went back to New Jersey and had Thanksgiving with our neighbors.”
Dee doesn’t know why these panic attacks started when Dexter was seven years old. He was fine on a five-day drive to Oregon a couple of years before, but now Dexter constantly panted and drooled when riding in the car.
He also started getting so anxious during thunderstorms that he would scratch the walls and make so much noise that it would wake…
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