Had a terrible dream that I was sleeping and I woke up and Jude and Jonah were hanging out by the sidewalk- they'd snuck out of the yard. I ran out and got them and got them in the car to go out to eat. When we got to the outdoor restaurant, dogs were told they weren't allowed to come. I got in the car (now my friends were there too) and we drove away- only realizing a few moments later we'd somehow lost Jude probably outside of that restaurant. I felt frantic. We started to race back to the restaurant and when we got there, I left Jonah in the car and we all started to run to look for Jude. Then my friend said to me, "Did you honestly just leave an 8 week old puppy in the hot car with the windows up?" I wanted to cry and ran back towards the car....
Eventually I woke up. Neurotic much?? I've always been neurotic about Jude. It's crazy- I never realized how much you could love your first dog as an adult. I truly think I feel about Jude kind of how my friends feel about their KIDS! I grew up with a worried, paranoid Mom (I was a hyperactive kid always ready to run in the middle of the road accidentally) and I do it with Jude now.
I worry that an icicle is going to fall and stab him in the eye. We've had a yard for 3 months now and if he's outside, I get up every 7 minutes or so to make sure he's still there. I constantly stress that he's going to hang himself on his collar- on the fence outside usually. I've always been a worrier (haha working on it in therapy...) but now with Jonah coming I can tell by my dream I'm starting to worry even more about having two.
I think I'll be okay- I mean this all slightly comically- but jeez- it's exhausting worrying as much as I do- even in my sleep!
Just needed to vent... how many more days till my little fluff ball gets here? 9!
Eventually I woke up. Neurotic much?? I've always been neurotic about Jude. It's crazy- I never realized how much you could love your first dog as an adult. I truly think I feel about Jude kind of how my friends feel about their KIDS! I grew up with a worried, paranoid Mom (I was a hyperactive kid always ready to run in the middle of the road accidentally) and I do it with Jude now.
I worry that an icicle is going to fall and stab him in the eye. We've had a yard for 3 months now and if he's outside, I get up every 7 minutes or so to make sure he's still there. I constantly stress that he's going to hang himself on his collar- on the fence outside usually. I've always been a worrier (haha working on it in therapy...) but now with Jonah coming I can tell by my dream I'm starting to worry even more about having two.
I think I'll be okay- I mean this all slightly comically- but jeez- it's exhausting worrying as much as I do- even in my sleep!
Just needed to vent... how many more days till my little fluff ball gets here? 9!
