The Downside of Weddings, the Fur Edition
The day is getting close. We’re starting to formulate to do lists and schedules for the weekend of our wedding. It’s all very exciting! Then, last Thursday, we wrote down a scheduled line item that gave us pause.
“Thursday evening: drop off dogs in with Mr. JeffM’s parents in Maryland.”
It makes sense. Friday morning, all of our flowers are being delivered to our apartment, and I’m going to be spending a good portion of the day making six bouquets and 21 centerpieces. On top of that, I’ll be finishing up the cupcakes for our wedding cake. (Man, I got tired just typing that out!)
Having fluffy fur people, no matter how cute they are, bouncing around the apartment, getting into everything will more thank likely end in flower carnage and cupcakes all over the floor. So our little darlings, Clover and Horatio, must be shipped off to their grandparents.
It’s something I never really thought about. I mean I knew, intellectually that the dogs would have to go. I mean it’s not like we’re going to leave for our honeymoon and let the dogs have the run of the apartment. (“See you guys! Don’t forget to water the flowers!”) It wasn’t until recently, however, that it dawned on me that my little buddies weren’t going to be around, and we weren’t going to see them for over a week.
I feel silly, but it’s such a depressing thought! One of my favorite parts of the day is when I walk through the door, and there are two happy puppies who cannot wait to see me. They cuddle with us when we watch movies, do homework, etc. They’re so amazing whenever I’m sad or feeling upset. And to think I’m not going to have my furry little support system wandering around during one of the most stressful and crazy weekends of my life is, well, sad!
Are you worried about this kind of pet-induced separation anxiety?