So I go home at lunch and cheerfully call out, “Molly! Want to go for a ride?” She does the helicopter spin and races into the living room to get her leash while I grab her favourite toy. And we get into the car and I start crying. (I’m such a wuss!) I told her that she was going to stay at a really nice place for 4 days, and they’d take really good care of her while I’m gone, and I promised to go as soon as I get off work on Tuesday to pick her up. Of coure she didn’t understand a word of what I said, but it made me feel better. Not really. I cried a little bit, and as soon as we got onto the exit ramp she started crying.
Okay, it just rips my heart out when my dog starts crying. And what I want to know is, how did she know where we were going when she’s never even been there before? She cried all the way down the street, cried in the parking lot, but she did calm down when we got inside. I was able to get her onto the scale and get weighed, and then they took her down the hall. I think she started crying again as I got out of sight, but I left as quickly as I could singing “la la la” inside so I wouldn’t have to hear her.
So as soon as I get off work on Tuesday, I’ll go pick her up and take her to Petsmart, because she needs some more treats, and I’ll get her a new toy, and take her to the park and play, because I feel so frappin’ guilty over taking her to the kennel.
Soleil had very kindly offered to dog sit, but my house is gross right now. So as much as I appreciate her offer, I couldn’t take her up on it.
So yeah. Big hairy guilt.