Now that we don’t have our chicks around to obsess about, we’ve moved on to the dog.
This weekend we left her with a new dog-sitter (eek!), who immediately pegged us for the psycho helicopter dog parents that we are and has kindly spent the weekend texting us pictures to let us know our beloved fourth child is still alive.
Today, we received this:
After we established that she was, in fact, still living, we parsed the photograph for clues as to our angel’s mental, physical and emotional state. We wondered if she was eating enough. Were her ribs that visible when we left her? Her lack of sociability concerned us too. Since when is she a back-of-the-classroom kind of dog? And why isn’t she looking at the camera? Is she painfully shy, or did she recently go blind?!?!
But the question we pondered the most was…
“What is she THINKING?”
Sam’s convinced it’s: “I don’t do cameras.”
I’m leaning toward: “Where’s that damn cat. I know it’s here somewhere.”
How about you? What do you think she’s thinking?