Jumping off of stuff
Jumping off the furniture. Off the front porch. Jumping in general. Argh. I don’t like it.
Is that leaf going to hurt her? Well, I don’t know what kind of plant it’s from, better take it away. Don’t choke on that piece of bark. PLEASE don’t eat that crab apple, apple seeds are poisonous.
Being out of my sight
If I haven’t seen her in 30 seconds I start to worry.
Leaving her alone
What could possibly happen if she’s in the house in a crate? Well, I won’t know, will I, because I won’t be there to see it happen.
Leaving her with someone else
Because no one’s as paranoid about her as I am.
Under socializing her
What if she becomes a fearful homebody because I’m not socializing her enough?
Over socializing her
What if she becomes a fearful homebody because I’ve overwhelmed her by socializing her too much? Is that even possible?
No. I don’t even want to think about that one.
I worry too much
This is the only thing I’ve written that is probably true.