Ok, you all know my husband is away. I talked to him last nightwhich was nice, but now it looks like he may be gone until late August. This is not good.
Months ago, I booked a flight to see my family. I hate to travel. HATE IT!! I'd be quite happy to never leave the Yukon again. But my entire family lives in Saskatchewan. So to see them I have to fly a couple times a year. I'm supposed to be gone from July 19 to 30. Stuart and I had it all arranged that he would be home to take of the dogs and I would be back by August 1 so he wouldn't miss opening day of moose hunting season.
Now he won't be home. We've never left the animals with anyone, not even overnight! My sister has told my nieces that I am coming to visit. They are counting sleeps til I get there. I would change this trip if I could, but I can't break their little hearts like that. I wish she hadn't told them!! Plus I don't know when I could get two weeks off work again.
So my father-in-law is moving in to take care of the animals while I am gone. He's a nice enough man, but we don't get along particularly well. I know teenagers who are more mature than he is. He also comes from an era when farm dogs were allowed to roam at will. So I am leaving him with strict instructions to do only the most basic of things--feed them, give out medications. Don't walk them, don't move them from pens. Make *&%$ sure you close all the gates.
Some of my dogs would just run to the house if they got out. That's what they do for me, but lots of them won't even come to my husband who they know. They aren't going to come to a stranger. If one of my timid boys gets out, there is no way he'll be able to catch them. No way, it just won't happen.
I have a good friend who handles for a musher with a huge dog yard. I'm going to have her drop in every couple days and make sure things are still alright. I've talked to my vet and let him know in case anything happens.
Argh! I hate leaving, hate it, hate it, hate it!!! Just to make my day brighter--Kayleigh beat up Sirius last night. He doesn't have any wounds, but the poor old guy is so stiff today. My vet hasn't called me back yet. I just want some Metacam for him. Argh.......
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I hope your FIL does what you tell him to and doesnt decide to get creative. 
On the upside, at least you'll get to see your family! Just try not to worry about things while you're there. Good luck!
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