Panic/Don'tPanic/Panic/Don't Panic

Watson finally did eat his lunch a few hours later and then another meal and then some snacks. Whew. His appetite is fine. He's even stalking Waldo again for his rawhide treat. I think he just needed some rest and was too tired to eat when I was ready to feed him.

I was able to slip out and run some errands in between his needed bathroom breaks. Another whew. I hate coming home and seeing that I wasn't here to let him out when he needed. I know I can't be here for him all the time, but I can do what I can. It's an odd form of guilt.