Well I didn't get back in to post last night.

But it was an eventful afternoon for Derrick. He had a lunch date
with his behavior therapist. She helps him with his anxiety.
Anyway, while they were gone, his door blew open, or something.
His escape artist dog, got out. And his other dog too. But he
stayed in the area, mainly yard.

But the other one, had two cops and two dog dispatch people chasing
her. They finally caught her. But the neighbors had been trying also.

Anyway the came home to the 4 cops like and the cars, probably two
sitting at his house. Talk about trauma. Anyway and his other provider I
believe. And the Behavior and provider ladies had the police check the
house for break in, even though we were sure it was a door just blew
open, or broken door thingy. They found nothing, and then figured out
were his door knob was broke at. He then called me, and told me what
had gone on. And that Jazzy had to be on a leash at all times. Even
when he was at work. So I told him I'd either come get them or
have his dad, come get them. Well his dad was picking up his retirement
cake. And couldn't bring the dogs to me. So I came in.

His dad kept talking to me, about it. I finally told him the police had
showed Derrick what was wrong with the knob thingy, so it was definitely
not just our imagination. I didn't have my phone. So he finally called
Derrick did he think he should come over. And he did. He kept not
finding the problem, then finally it came apart in his hand. Well hmmm,
why did it do that. Oh that is the problem.

Heehee, Derrick was stressed then, I was afraid he would have a seizure
just as after he left. But he didn't he just came and got his Doby and
had him help his stress.

He is good this morning at work.

But retirement guy apologized last night at home. Saying I'm sorry,
I just was tired. He doesn't or didn't before lately apologize. So its something

Donna