Today is my gorgeous daughter's 40 (hand over mouth and mumbling) something birthday. When she was a little girl, I told her she could be wherever on other holidays but she could never not be with me on the day I birthed her. It was just she and I in the hallway of the Army hospital when she made her entrance and so far in her life she has only missed 3 birthdays with me. Happy Birthday sweet Michelle.
She and I went out to lunch at a place called Cheddars. We had never been before and the food was wonderful even if we couldn't hear each other for all the chatter and loud music. It was an experience none the less.
We also went to our fave junk store and I found a Pendleton wool purse, Big Dog Jacket and some killer transvestite Dorothy ruby slippers (they are to die for, honest and true).
We spent about 3 hours away from the house, which is not a big deal except it was our new dog Jamie's first time being left with no humans. And yes, I did expect that he would get into trouble and I suppose I should have crated him but I really wanted to find out just how deep into separation anxiety he is.
So when we opened the front door and there were wood shavings everywhere and both dogs and both cats were there to greet us, I was not surprised. I can't explain just how much chewed up wood there was and at first I couldn't imagine where it had come from. That is until I turned around to close the door and the door frame and trim looked like we had been invaded by a woodchuck from hell. So this funny from Facebook is all too true.
Poor Jamie. I think he missed us and the object of his ire was the last place he saw us........the front door.
From now on when we leave, we will crate him and before that, we will give him some Bach flower tincture for anxiety. See what I get for putting his name in for sainthood? Yep, he's just a young dog with a fierce need for humans. And btw, the cats were on hall monitor duty today and still haven't forgiven him for his transgression.