So day one spent chilling watching ugly Betty box sets just minding my own then dad turns up 1/2 an hour ago to offload some tiles and wood ( he's a builder and we're having work done in the house although he's meant to be off for a while) and obviously he doesn't know anything as no one does.
I go upstairs with him so he can get the stuff he needs from the attic and the chihuahuas want to go downstairs so I let them. So after dad finding tools I come back downstairs to find front door WIDE open with no sign of the dogs. My heart literally fell to the floor and I ran out screaming their names, no sign of them on the top garden so pelted it round to the side of the house and thank god they were there and had not made it up the drive to the road.
So screamed like mad at dad (he just looked at me like I'd gone mad) and he's gone home now and the dogs are safely back in the house. We have 3 safety gates and a stable door to stop this and he bloody left all of them open.
Have I just ruined our chances? I'm in bits now trying to stay calm and to regulate my heart beat... Please tell me that ten minutes of panic hasn't ruined everything?