Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Bugger.

I'm more than a little concerned.

D is taking the dogs to his mother's today. All day. Alone. With my dogs. For 24 whole hours.

It's not that I don't trust him. Well, actually, that may just be it.

I've spent every day for the past year with my girl, and I know her quirks, her habits, her feeding regime, and when she needs some cuddles.

D doesn't. As much as he thinks he's a big Doggy Daddy, he's fed them maybe 6 times ever, and has no idea what a ... handful... they can be.

He has plans to take them to Blue Rock Dam, which is a huge bushy lake, no doubt surrounded by rabbits and not much else. I can see Phoenix disappearing within minutes, or being bitten by snakes, or... the list goes on. And on.

I've attempted discussing possible scenarios with him. I don't think they've gotten through.

And as sad as it is, I'm going to attach every single form of ID possible to their collars, and give D a list of emergency veterinary contact numbers for the area, along with their registration and microchip numbers.

Yes, yes. I know. I'm borderline OCD. But those dogs better come back to me in one piece tomorrow morning.

1 nice people barked a comment:

Melisa said...

Nope, it's not OCD, my friend.

The same thing happenned to me, oddly enough, the first time my husband ever drove off with BOTH of our boys (a toddler and an infant at the time), leaving me at home. He was only to be gone an hour or two, but I was so uncomfortable.

What you're experiencing is a wee bit o' the panic attack. :)

They'll be fine. Deep breaths!