The ODD family is a pharmaceutical company's dream come true. Three of the four of us have ADHD and two of us suffer from anxiety. Make that three of us...even our dog has anxiety. Yes, our dog.
TheODDDog is a pound puppy, which means we have no idea what her background is. We got her from the SPCA nine years ago, and all we know is that she was found wandering. Whether she was wandering because she's a little nuts and her owners couldn't handle her or whether she's a little nuts because she ended up wandering, we'll never know. What we do know is that she has severe separation anxiety and needs to be on anti-depressants. Sounds crazy, I know, but our only other option is to let her work herself into such a lather when we go out that she injures herself. The slightest deviation from our regular schedule at home sends her squirrely. If either TheODDDad or I go out, she's frantic for probably half-an-hour despite the fact that the rest of the family is still home. In short, she's as crazy as the rest of us.
So far only Stitch remains unmedicated, but he's only two years old. Ask me again in a few years.