My current feelings about the dog.
Last Saturday night, I went to pet the dog and noticed that her tags were missing and her collar seemed tighter.
I suspected something.
So I petted her and said goodnight.
When I was trying to go to sleep, thoughts of someone messing with her collar and taking her tags stirred in my head.
And I began to worry that maybe someone would want to take her.
See, there's a lot of construction going on around us & there are a lot of workers around.
Workers that like to walk up to our fence and interact with the dog.
I think they are attracted to her.
And even though she barks like a crazy lady at them, really all she wants is their attention.
And when they give it to her, she swoons.
Every dog person (and I am NOT a dog person) who meets her says, "Oh, she's going to be a good dog."
I say, "Yeah, when."
They say, "Oh, when she's two or three."
So I have hope.
And I have two little boys who say they love her.
And I had weird feelings.
Feelings I will now try to explain.
(Oh, and you need to know that I suffer from a famlilal trate handed down to me from my paternal grandmother called unnatural worry.--AKA--I have a big imagination when it comes to something harming or hurting my family.)
I thought myself into the thought that someone was trying to take our dog and it made me very, very sad.
What could these feelings mean?
When I told my mr, he looked at me like I was a crazy lady.
Am I worried about my kids or do I like the dog?