So I opened the door to pull a big box in, and while lifting it, Rosie shot out. I dropped the box to grab her and Lily squirted out the closing door in chase. This is after I had just taken them both for a 20 minute walk, mind you.
I then spent the next 40 minutes driving around town looking for them, and I am afraid that my zen approach to Rosie is failing miserably. I finally found them a mile away from home, on the other side of the swollen creek. At first, I only saw Rosie, and my heart froze- “Oh no- Rosie made it across the creek and Lily drowned and I am going to be stuck with this god damned dog I hate while the one I love is dead.” Then I saw Lily, so the panic left. Lily jumped in the car, and I had to spend five minutes getting Rosie in.
That is my biggest fear- that Lily will some day die and I will be stuck with only asshole. I seriously would not be upset if that damned dog disappeared in the middle of the night. Just run away, already. It is someone else’s turn.