So today I was asked to take my brother to and from surgery for his wisdom teeth. I've been trying for some time to patch up the rifts between my family and I, so I agreed to do so.

I took Bear, my puppy, and placed him in his fenced in lot. Being the worried parent I am, I gave him his favorite stuffed teddy and some treats. Of course, I'm already unhappy since he cries quite loud for me.

But as soon as I left him, I took my brother to the dentist. An hour an a half later, I placed my now drugged brother in my car and took him home.

Then I headed back to my place. Upon getting home, I open the door and headed to the basement. The top of the cage is knocked off, and no puppy in sight. Already, images of him hurt, thoughts of him chewing electric cables cross my mind, etc. I'm already cursing myself to hell for not being a better parent. (Yes I think of myself as his daddy lol).

Panicked, I race upstairs where I hear the tiniest whimper. Which doesn't help my already shattered mind. I run to my living room where I spend most of my day. My puppy....had crawled under the leg rest where I always sit by. Waiting for me in fear to return home. Upon seeing me, he crawled out, and raced to me crying his eyes out. So Bear knew where he could wait for me. Touched my heart. After it was done racing lol. And now he's asleep next to me, content! ^_^ Thought I'd share the story with everyone! Take care.