I've become one of these people.
I usually leave my Layla at the vet when we're away.
Of course, like every other dog on the planet, Layla associates the vet with pain, shots, scary stuff, and scary smells.
My 90 lb. German Shepherd turns into a Chihuahua when we enter the parking lot at the vet.
Her entire body quakes, and I have to use my calm controlled commands, which she obeys even though she's about to toss her cookies.
My oldest daughter is working at a pet hotel close to our home so I decided to give them a try for a quick trip to my mom's.
Yes, I got the webcam...how did you know?
At first, I really liked the webcam idea.
Layla was still very nervous when we left...the other dogs were barking like crazy.
I felt so much better after we drove away when my daughter logged in to the site and pulled our girl's webcam up.
She had settled down and seemed to be resting comfortably.
Here's the bad part of the webcam.
We can't stop watching.
Every funny move she makes, we wonder if she's breathing ok.
Every time she looks around with those sad, brown, beautiful German Shepherd eyes, we say she's depressed.
When the light hit the floor in a funny way, we wondered if she had gotten sick.
She has a raised bed in her crate, but Layla's used to sleeping in a king-sized bed :p
My daughter called this afternoon to ask the workers to put an extra blanket in Layla's crate so that if she never got on the bed, she wouldn't have to sleep on the hard, cold floor.
Yes, we have become those people.