Snow Thoughts (explicit lyrics) & Puppy Prozac

An Ode to the Blizzard of 2010   (sung to the tune of Let It Snow)

Oh the weather outside is frightfulI
They expect two feet by nightfall
Is blue a color for a toe?
God Damned Snow! God Damned Snow! God Damned Snow!



It doesn't show signs of slowing
My driveway, for the third time, I'm blowing
Watching as my neighbor's car gets towed
God Damned Snow! God Damned Snow! God Damned Snow!


When the plows make the final pass tonight
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But the bastards just blocked my drive
Can't I please stay inside where it's warm?  


I really do feel like crying
Why can't the 'CCO weather guy be lying?
To the South I just want to go
Fucking Snow! Fucking Snow! Fucking Snow!

I realize that it's only December but after having cleared the driveway again today, I'm so OVER this winter shit.   
 
Dogs On Drugs... or, Someone Call The Dog Whisperer!
My dog, Buster, has spent a good portion of his life to this point in the car with me.  Sometimes he's riding shotgun in the front seat.  Other times he's stretched out on the back seat sleeping his way through entire states on long hauls.  Then there are the times he rides in the 'way back' of the truck where his muddy paws and slobbery mouth won't do any harm.  About a year or so ago, he started to get anxious about getting into the truck - mostly at the park when it was time to go home.  Lately he's been having full blown anxiety attacks whenever he thinks he's going to have to get in the truck and go somewhere, even to the park where it's all about the fun.  Buster is now a quivering mass of trepidation.  Of course, this is breaking my heart as well as making me scratch my head trying to figure out where this fear and loathing comes from.  
 
After a month spent working on the basics of training he's still a total wreck in the truck.  The only thing I've yet to try is to have someone else do the driving while I sit with Buster in the back in order to work with him during the ride.  So, I got on the phone with the vet and he suggests anti-anxiety medication to use in conjunction with the training.  That's right, Puppy Prozac. 
 
First time on the meds:  I really didn't give the pill to Buster early enough prior to leaving the house so it wasn't a fair trial.  He didn't do well at all - but no worse - than he has been doing.
  
Second time on the meds:  Buster took his pill 45 minutes before we left the house and he was still a wreck getting into the truck and all during the ride.  He was fine at the park and got back into the truck without hesitation but he shook and trembled the whole way home.  He bolted out of the truck, paying no need to my command, and damn near gave himself a concussion when he hit the foyer door head first trying to get away from the truck. 
 
Third time on the meds:  After a progress report call to the vet, I increased Buster's dosage to two pills and again waited 45 minutes before leaving the house.  He was uneasy walking to the truck and I had to coax him into getting in but didn't have to literally load him in.  He quivered and panted the whole way to the park but he was good once we got there.  He was off leash as we walked the paths and he played in the snow like he always does.  After a full hour of me freezing while Buster was in snow drift heaven he actually got back into the truck without issue!  I got in, started up the car with a victory smile on my face and then looked in the rearview mirror to find him trembling and quivering - a total mess.  And I'm back to square one. 
 
I'm open to suggestions at this point folks.  Let me know what you think I could be doing differently or what I need to adjust in my approach to this issue.  I don't feel medication is the answer, even if it's in conjunction with training and even if it's short term based.  I'm a huge proponent of understanding where the source of the anxiety is coming from and from my taking the lead to work through it, but clearly I'm failing Buster on this one and need some outside perspective.
 
While Buster sleeps off his double dose of Lorazepam tonight, I'll be meeting Dino Ciccarelli before the Wild game tonight.  I'm probably more excited about that than watching the Wild implode upon themselves on the ice during the game against Ottowa.  It's been four days since they last played a game.  Historically that means the Wild will be asleep at the wheel.  At least Jose will be in net tonight...I just smiled and let out a heavy sigh before realizing it.