hope won't make it ok, but we have to hope anyway. i hope the red elastic wrap that disappeared comes out again. i hope the next one doesn't disappear as he worries it with his teeth. i hope i can be calm when i worry. she says she'll monitor him carefully this time, and he only does it when she's in the room. she was in the room watching when he ate the last wrap. and the rope toy before that. noting its disappearance. not noting where it had gone. worrying, like he worried the rope, and worried with the rope inside. she says i should have talked to her first, but having talked to her after i see it would have been the same, saying anything may only make the predicament worse i love him but he's not my dog. my heart races but i must keep still. it's a predicament. i'm lucky to have him, alive in my life.