But halfway through dinner, we realized that I'd assumed she'd stopped off at home after work, and she assumed the same about me. Neither one of us has. I felt awful, just awful, realizing that this meant I'd left Blink alone for over 12 hours.
After dinner I rushed home. I expected to find the place torn up, poo and urine everywhere, and a miserable dog. Instead, what I got was a perfectly clean house, and a dog that was flat-out overjoyed to see me. I took him out for a walk right away, and he was so happy and bouncy that he galloped up and down the street, playing "tag" with me.
He wolfed down his food when I filled his bowl, and I saw that he'd left water in his bowl. Knowing that he couldn't get out, he waited until I was home to drink anything. What a great dog! He's just the best!
I'll never leave him alone like that again, but I'm so grateful that he was okay when I did.