Except when we do worry... Which is often for me.
I can't help it - I've always been a worrier and I always will be one. I have this very terrible habit of always imagining the worst - not because I really think that's going to happen, but because I have to let my mind go there for a minute, just to see what the "worst" might be.
So, off we went last Saturday to Maui, secure in the knowledge that Rita would be well taken care of. I snapped this pic as we were leaving. As you can see, Rita looks completely unconcerned about this!
|"Oh, you're leaving? Oh. Okay. Whatevs. See ya'!"|
|Photo credits from here down: my sis|
We also got a series of funny (and of course blurry) pics of Reg playing "spin the Rita."
On Sunday, I got a sweet pic of my girl, whilst missing her on Mother's Day.
|"Okay, I didn't realize you were leaving for days. I miss you, Momma!"|
On Monday, we got this cute photo of Rita apparently telling Reg that SHE gets to greet her aunt first at the gate!
|Rita: "Me first!" Reg: "She's MY mom!" Rita: "Yeah, but I'm, like, an orphan this week!"|
Later that day, we got this fun montage of them playing and hanging out together.
Tuesday we got nuthin'.
Wednesday we got nuthin' again.
Lots and lots of nuuuuuuuuthiiiiiiiiinnggggg.
I didn't want to let on that we were worried, so I sent a faux-casual "Hope Rita's being good!" text, which was really a desperate plea for pics and news. (I mean, obviously, right?)
We got back a short "All good here" reply. No photos! No actual news about our doggy.
This is when I start to think things like... "If the dog died while we were away, would they tell us? Or would they pretend she was still alive until we got home, so as not to ruin our vacation???"
So, yeah... on Thursday May 12, we asked for "proof of life." Happily we got back this photo of a not-very-cooperative Rita beside that morning's paper. :)
|If you bigify it, you can see the date.|
BTW, we always call my sis's house The Gulag (cuz they have a few actual rules!; meanwhile our rule-free house was always "The Spa"). But then I got this one last pic from my sis. Note who is on the bed (I'm pretty sure there's a rule about that...), and note (in the background) who is not!
|"I don't know why we call this place The Gulag?? **yawns loudly**"|
We'll be watching Reg soon, so I'll have to clear up ahead of time how often they want to be reassured that Reg is still alive. Luckily for my sis, she's not quite as much of a worrier as I am!
Next week.... Maui pics! Be sure to come back for a gorgeous sunset snap, and, yes, there will be dogs! And cats. And birds. And stuff.
Do you worry when you're away from your dog? (It's normal... right? I mean... to a point anyway...)
Thanks to BlogPaws for hosting Wordless Wednesday! Thanks for letting me be wordy! You can check out all the blogs in the hop here.