I got home from Texas Saturday evening.
I worked my a$$ off while I was there, but I managed to finish everything in one week.
(Fingers crossed no loose ends pop up requiring a return trip!)
It was a super tightly-scheduled week with absolutely no down time.
I was stressful, and I got very little sleep.
I barely ate because I was so rushed and stressed.
Apparently, Fred is a lot like me.
This was the longest I’ve been away from him.
He was spoiled rotten while I was gone.
He got to stay at home in the environment he’s used to.
He got lots of love, walks, visitors, and play time.
On Thursday I got a call saying Fred seemed a little “off.”
I was pretty sure it was nothing, but I made a vet appointment for the weekend.
I figured I would have the appointment available for my return “just in case” Fred got worse.
On Friday morning I got an urgent call.
Fred’s dog sitter was panicking over some of Fred’s symptoms.
I became very concerned.
His dog sitter rushed him off to the vet, and I immediately texted the breeder I got Fred from.
(Fred’s breeder continues to be my resource for all Newfie-related matters. She is AWESOME!)
The breeder told me Fred’s tummy-related issues were caused by one of two causes.
Colitis … caused by stress.
Or a bacterial infection.
She reassured me both were easily treatable and told me Fred would be fine.
Well, I immediately scoffed at the possibility of colitis.
Fred has no stress!
Fred was having the week of his life and I’d been receiving nonstop photos to prove it!
Fred was having FUN without me.
A short while later, my vet called.
My dog sitter had dropped Fred off with a list of symptoms.
The vet called to ask me a few questions about Fred.
I informed the vet I’d be glad to help, but since I was in Texas and away from Fred, I might have to refer her to the dog sitter.
There was a pause from my vet.
“How long have you been away from Fred?” asked my vet.
And just like that, she informed me Fred was missing me.
Fred was so worried about me he had made himself sick with worry.
(Never mind he was having a GREAT time. Where was his mommy??)
“Seriously?” I asked the vet.
“Yep,” she answered. “Fred is very worried about your absence.”
I was reunited with Fred Saturday evening.
He’s on a bland diet for a few days to calm down his stressed-out nervous tummy.
He’s getting lots of love and cuddles, and reassurance, from me.
Fred lost seven pounds while I was gone.
I’m sure, given a week to ten days, he will be 100% back to normal.
I don’t have any other trips coming up in the near future.
But, I’m now totally panicked about my New Zealand trip.
What am I going to do about Fred?