I'm currently housesitting for Ben's family as his parents are out of town. They have a German Shepherd named Breitling and I adore him. He's kept in their fence and very much likes company. I've made sure to feed and water him consistently and I also make sure I go straight to see him every morning and right when I get home from work. He's precious and so loveable and Ben refers to him as his "son". They have a very close bond. Well, I got home late last night and immediately checked on him, changed his water and loved on him. He was all good. I went to bed and when I awoke to go and check on him, he was GONE. My heart literally felt as though it fell out of my chest and I went into sheer panic mode. I called my boss and notified him that I would likely be late for work. I drove around frantically screaming his name, crying, praying and hoping he hadn't gone to the main hwy that they live off of. I simply couldn't live with myself if something had happened to him while he was in my care. Well, I found him- roaming about the neighborhood and he jumped right in my car as if nothing ever happened. It's a good thing he's so cute!
Make that two dog rescues in one week! More on that later.
Loved yesterday! Loved surprising Ben and being in his arms again. Do not love today so much. It's been a whirlwind since the moment I woke up. LITERALLY. Streesed, I am. Looking forward to some much needed rest and relaxation tonight.
*My sincere apologies for my lack of comments lately. Please know that I am not the least bit disinterested. Life has been a wee bit crazy.