So, I've worked 22 hours in the last two days, and Max is doing some extra shifts at the hospital, too. We have been agonising over the dogs - yesterday and today I got up at 5.30am to take them to the park, and Max has taken them out after dark for walks, too. We've spent every waking minute with them while we've been home, and there've been extra treat balls, bones, toys and radio for their days. It's only Tuesday but it's going to be a long week of overtime, my brother flies in tomorrow night from Sydney, and it's Dad's 60th on Friday. They are going to daycare for an extra day this week, too. Plus it's super hot at the moment (beginning of summer) so the days are long and sticky. I rush home from work today after being gone 10 hours, Max is still at work, I go out the back to warmly greet the puppers. They look at me, wag their tails, and continue doing what they're doing! I've been home an hour and left the door open and they haven't come in yet! Not interested AT ALL! Thanks for the separation anxiety guys! Nice to know you're needed, isn't it??