I left my dog for the first time when she was three years old (obviously, I don't travel much!) And, I went to Mexico and was gone for a whole week.
I thought I was going to die. But, when I returned, I learned that she had had the time of her life and had a great time. Go figure!!!
Plus when I got home - she was beside herself and thrilled to see me for about 10 minutes. After that, it was like I'd never been gone. Oh well.....
Carol Jean |