Lost dog...

...if found please call.

Today we went to Costco and Walmart. (I thought this was pretty ambitious given my fear of the grocery store). Eloise insisted on taking her dog. This is pretty typical. I'm always warning her about the possibility of losing her dog. I know she doesn't understand but I feel it's my motherly duty to warn her.

This dog is #1. She has tons of attachment objects that she sleeps with or takes with her, but this dog is tops. He goes everywhere with her. Even to the potty.

She took the dog into Costco where we chowed down on fabulous samples and picked up some good ole' wipes.

In the parking lot, on the way out, she saw a dog in the car next to us. During it's incessant barking, she said, "yeah, my doggie can bark too. see, roof, roof".

Then at Walmart, I can't remember what she did with the dog.

When we were getting ready for bed, she asked for doggie. I immediately began panicking and called Walmart. No dog.

I had to explain to her that doggie wasn't coming home.

Eloise: "Oh. He's shopping at Walmart. He'll be back soon."
me: "no honey, he won't be back. Can we find you another doggie?"
Eloise: "yeah. I'll take Lily's doggie". (so much for the grieving process)

I was getting so choked up. I was so sad for her. I kept thinking that I needed to show her how to handle this loss, but I could barely handle it. It's just a stuffed dog, right? But it's her dog and a little thing I've watched her create personality for and take care of. I think that's what is making me emotional. (And possibly the opening ceremony of the Olympics. I always get so emotional and proud of our Olympians...I know, seriously).

Well doggie, it's been a good run. Thanks for the memories.