However...I am absolutely dreading leaving Dallas with the pet sitter. He's never stayed over at an unfamiliar house without us before. And he's pretty high-maintenance in the "I'm scared so I'm not going to eat anything but please come pet me and reassure me everything's okay" kind of way. I shouldn't be nervous - we went for an "orientation" (yes, I treat my dog like he is my child) the other week and the sitter's house is absolutely gorgeous and dog-friendly. She only keeps four dogs at a time and has the ability to section them off if they don't get along. They go on walks. They get treats. They get individual attention. It's pretty much the best place I could take Dallas. It's just that...I've never done it before. I've never left my first baby with a near stranger overnight, aside of when we had to leave him in the hospital two days after we adopted him.
Puppy boy, the day after he came home from the hospital.
The sad thing is, Dallas doesn't even know what's coming. Which I guess is actually a good thing. I just know I'm going to hate turning around and walking out of that house without him. I'm not going to be able to stand seeing him standing there with his ears down and his eyes looking at me like, "why am I not coming with you?"
That is what he'll look like. Dang those big expressive brown eyes. But, I gotta do it. I gotta get him used to staying at the sitter's so come summer and weddings and vacations, he realizes that he's only going there to stay for a little while. That mommy and daddy will be back to get him in a few days. I'll be praying that you do okay and have fun this weekend little boy! Maybe you'll even make some new friends.
Sheesh...if I'm having this much trouble leaving my dog, I don't even want to know how I'll feel when S goes off to her first sleepover.
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