While Fleet and I have very different upbringings — she was uncared for, caged and kept alive for the purposes of breeding, and shown little to any love until we met her — we both have anxieties. But many of hers were visible. When a huge truck would drive by and she'd sprint back home, or when the vet put her in cage temporarily and she'd focus all of her attention on her arms and bite them furiously, I jumped in. I knew enough about how I treated my own anxiety that I used that to help Fleet work through hers. I sat with her and rewarded her while the triggers drove by on the street, and I offered to sit with her in exam rooms before vet appointments to avoid her ever having to back into another cage again.