25 September 2007

The Three O'Clock Panic

I'm presuming that sometime around 3 p.m. today I'll have a little anxiety attack about my puppy spending his first day alone at home.

He's penned up in my bedroom with all of his favorite toys and a couple of treats hidden in his Kong toy, so he should be okay, but that doesn't mean I don't feel guilty for having to go to work to keep him in the plush lifestyle to which he'd like, I'm sure, to become accustomed.

God help me, I've turned into one of those parents.

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