This weekend was the longest and most stressful I’ve had in a long long time…

Thursday: My wife gets told that she has potential problems with high blood pressure. She’s not on complete bed rest, but almost the same.. like couch-rest. No lifting, no bending. No climbing. No Shopping. And the worst of all, no travelling. So our trip to Canuckland in a couple weeks is gonna take a hit, with her having to stay home.

Friday: We go grocery shopping and Caitlin is helping me ‘unload’ the van. On the last trip, she instead runs out into the road. In front of a Volvo. The lady manages to stop with a couple of feet to spare, but she’s not happy, I’m not happy, Kelly’s not happy. And that means that Caitlin is not happy. She gets a spanking and sent to her room, then some talks about why she’s not supposed to run in the street. During her time in her room, I break down. I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared in my entire life. Also, at some point, PG&E leaves the side gate open, which leads to…

Saturday: At 7:45 I go out to get Mac to take him to PetSmart for a bath & nail clip, and the side gate, wide open shows me that he’s gone. Nice. So we spend the entire day driving around the neighborhood, calling shelters and vet hospitals, vising the humane society, putting up fliers, posting on Craigslist, you name it. I’m supposed to go to hockey at 9:15 but instead, I fall asleep at 8:30 in my chair.

Sunday: Another visit to the Humane society. They’re such nice people. We find a description of a dog brought in saturday morning DOA and it amost exactly matches Mac. The lady goes into the freezer with a picture of Mac and comes back a few minutes later… Not him. Different facial features, no collar. (Good that it wasn’t him, but the not-knowing is killing us. Caitlin walks around saying ‘Where’s Macky daddy? He’s cold.”

Ever felt like maybe a Car accident or something might actually make you feel better?

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