Yesterday, my Fozzy Bear turned 5 months old. And I wasn't there to celebrate with him. Nope, he was cuddling up with someone else. You see, back in the fall, when we planned on rescuing an older doodle, we figured (ok, I figured) it would take 6 months to a year to find a match. So I booked a flight for me and the boys to go visiting our family and friends over spring break. I had no idea we would rescue a newborn. So, here I am, in Phoenix, singing the blues missing my very handsome and goofy guy. Now remember, I take him to work with me every single day and have done so since the day we adopted him. , I am with him basically 24/7.
I was lucky enough to get a tech from our vet's office to watch him for me. It was good for Fozzy as her hubby just lost his job and will be able to be with him 24/7!
I just cannot belive what a whimp I am - I miss him so much. He is going to be so big by the time we get back. Is this nuts or what? But how could I not miss that adorable fuzzball?
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