I suck at handling life apparently, which I think is one of the reasons I try and do so much - I think it will keep life from happening. Silly Io.
Charlie is still missing and I am sick with worry. R_ lives in the downtown area and it's very busy with traffic, trains, an interstate.
We contacted the microchip company but nobody has turned him in yet. I'm at home right now, trying to get my U.T.E.R.U.S. stuff together to ship before I run up to the next job. I just want to curl up in bed until Charlie comes home. I don't want to go be chipper and try and get the volunteers hyped up to walk unless they are walking to find my dog. Which they aren't.
I stopped by R_s house again to see if maybe Charlie had come home - R_ laid out food and his carrier. I called and walked a few blocks, but he wasn't there.
Thank you all so much for your thoughts. I feel like a heel because I haven't had time to even *read* all my blogs, much less comment. I love you guys. I promise I'll be back soon.