I am feeling so much better this week. Truck got really sick on Monday and had to have doggy surgery. It seems he swallowed a bone whole. He is at home and acting as though nothing happened. Last night I caught him sitting on one of the dinning room chairs waiting to be served dinner, so I think he will be fine.

I did cry when a lady at work said "You should go home and be with him, he is the closest thing you have to a family."

ADDITION: Cyrano insists that share the whole story even though I think it is gross. Not only did Truck eat a bone whole, they also found my missing $48 La Perla panties that the BF has not even seen yet in his tummy. Anyway, they gave me panties back in a plastic bag. I have no idea why, I certainly would never wear them now. But this morning when I was in the shower some unknown dog, knocked over the trash can and the panties are missing again