Rough Day

Today, I came home from the library, and my son is gone (not surprising, I really didn't expect him to be home), and the front door behind the glass open, his pillow and sheet on the sofa (where he's been sleeping lately cause his room heats up) instead of the cover I have to protect it from the dogs sitting on it, none of his chores done, and one of my dogs is missing.

Hunter's an escape artist. She is notorious for finding holes under the fence where no one suspects them. When you let her out, you have to escort her or she may very well disapeer. She's also going into heat, which gives her more of an urge to run. To make things more interesting, we've also been told by the city fathers if they find her out again, we will have to go to court and pay court costs for an out of control animal.

I am worried about her. She's a beautiful pedigree golden retriever from a champion blood line. She never met a person she didn't like. She was in one accident as a pup because of her running away tendencies, but got lucky. She did have a name tag with our phone number on the collar but we haven't gotten any calls, not from Animal Control or someone who found her. I wonder if she lost her phone tag?

Son, who went to his brother's without taking his meds still hasn't taken his meds. They are for depression. This is three full days without them. Oy veh! I can see crises on the horizon!

He's at an elevated risk for convulsions from cold turkeying on one of those meds. And he came home from his brother's especially last night to take his meds. And he didn't take them.

I don't know which of my babies to cry for. Both of them, I guess!