SKH shouldn't have kids, number 1 in a series

I left school at about 6:15 today, early as of late. There were two rather frantic messages from husband on the phone. The boy (our dog) wasn't home when husband got back from work. WHAT?! Enter SKH stream of conscious/ events:

Dog walker decided to keep him out late. Call husband tell him she probably left a message on our rarely used home phone to tell him this. NO MESSAGE? HOLY SHIT? Check cell phone. Don't have dog walker's cell number on cell list. Call home number - no answer. What the fuck kind of person am I not to have her cell number. WHY HASN'T SHE CALLED. Oh, wait, check incoming call list. OK, there's her cell number. Call, leave absolutely frantic message. Manage to make it to my car in the parking garage, shaking and having thoughts such as: oh God, he's so hurt. He jumped out of the back of her car as he sometimes does and was hit by a car. He's barely hanging on for his life and we're not there and there's no fucking reception in the vet's office. But, dog walker is responsible. She'd totally step outside to call us. Maybe something happened to dog walker. Maybe she was abducted. Holy shit. Maybe she fainted at the park and some kind sole took her to the hospital and has all the dogs. OH FUCK, maybe she and the dogs were all kidnapped by terrorists. Have at this point made it out of parking garage but have to pull over about to puke. Call husband again, about to puke or cry or GOD FORBID smoke in the car. Oh.

He just got home. Another dog walker dropped him off. Our dog walker is on vacation and let us know months ago Dog Walker B would be taking him out, but she has more clients and brings the boy home last, sometime after 6. And, as usual, I am too self absorbed to remember this kind of shit or write it on our calendar. She's getting a big fat apology and the boy's getting an omlette for breakfast. I, well, I need a good swift kick in the ass.