Today is Ipswich's second day of doggy daycare. I tend to take on the neurotic mom role when it comes to her going to daycare. I awkwardly drilled the woman when I picked her up after her first day, "Did she behave? Does she have any friends? Is she a good toy sharer? How was she when I left? Do you think she missed us? Did she play nicely?".
So today when I dropped her off again, I stood there chatting with the guy at the front desk thinking, no more neurotic mom moments:
Me: "Hi, Ipswich is very excited to be here"
Man at front desk, "Oh, is she?"
Me: "Yes?......Well, thanks and I hope things go well and I guess we will be back around 4:30, but...oh, it probably doesn't really matter when I'll be back, does it?"
MaFD: "Nope, as long as you come back."
Me: (nervous laugh) "Oh, well, do you take her harness off when we are gone? I mean, it's alright if you do. Do you take her collar off too? I guess that wouldn't really make sense. Ok (bending over to pet Ipswich), bye doggy. Have fun today and please be nice."
And that's how I left Ipswich at her second day of doggy daycare. Somehow I don't think the guy judged me.Getting into the car, I commented to Shane, "I really like Ipswich. She is just a really nice doggy."