That's one big field!

I knew it would happen eventually but I didn't expect it to happen this soon. Today my finger felt empty and I looked down to discover my engagement ring was missing. The worst part, I made this discover while standing in a rather large field after having spent the past 30 minutes walking all over it playing fetch with Daphne. I freak out because not only have I lost it but I might have lost it in this giant field full of hundreds of dogs and there is no way we would find it there. Tim is trying to reassure me that it's not the end of the world and perhaps I took it off or lost it not at the dog park. I mean it's not something that will easily fall off now that the weather is warmer and my hands aren't freezing (and therefore smaller) all the time. I had been reaching into my pockets a lot to get the folding dog bowl so I thought perhaps that's when I lost it. But then Tim makes a good point that it would have then fallen into my pocket and sadly it's not in any of them.

I begin to make us attempt to retrace our steps not wanting to admit it was gone. But then I start to retrace my steps mentally before we got to the dog park. I know I had it on when we were at home during our quick stop between dropping off groceries and picking up Daphne. I vaguely remember me thinking I should take it off because I was doing something or putting something on that I thought it best not to have it on (like I normally take it off when I put on hand lotion because I don't want that to gunk it up or dull it). But I couldn't remember what that was and therefore wasn't sure I actually took it off at home.

So we are wandering around this field and I'm scanning the ground everywhere while at the same time trying to remember everything we did between arriving home and heading out to the dog park and also trying not to cry and panic. I know it's not the end of the world and I wouldn't be the first person this has happened to but I felt so horrible about it. Then it dawned on me what it was that I did that had me take my ring off, suntan lotion! Before heading to the park I sprayed on suntan lotion (trying desperately to not have a farmers tan for the wedding) and figured that probably wasn't the best for my ring. And with the dog being so excited to go to the park and practically dancing in front of me to go, I must have forgotten to put it back on. So there was a very very good chance it was at home and even if it was at the park, I knew we wouldn't find it. So we gave up the park search and sped home. Thank heavens it was right where I thought it would be once I realized that I had indeed had a reason to take it off.

But that was definitely a scare and not something I want to have happen again. If only there was some way to safely glue it to my finger!