Tomorrow I am heading out a couple of days of fly fishing. I have conflicting emotions ripping a whole in my stomach. I have never left these dogs before. Not just these dogs, I seldom left the dogs before this pair. Like a nervous parent I've set out the Beano for bloat, Neosporin for injuries, cortisone for hot spots. I've got the emergency instructions and vet numbers taped to the refrigerator door as well as those of neighbors. Benadryl, baby aspirin, Milkbones, leashes, brushes; you would think I was leaving newborn children.
My friend Gena is going to be staying at the house with Elle and Chance. They know her and she has owned big dogs; it's a good fit. I have tried to think of everything, every scenario, every problem that might come up. It's a good thing I will only be two hours away. I can be back in town quickly if there were an emergency.
In two weeks I am flying out to Chicago for four days. The dogs, they are fine. Me, I am having a giant bout of separation anxiety just thinking about it.