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Dog Sitting

This weekend I was dog/house sitting. I’ve decided that I don’t much like dogs. Evil? Maybe. I do like some dogs, but not all, so maybe I’m not really a dog hater. Mostly I just don’t like the responsibility that comes with a dog. This dog, Gatsby, is very cute but only 6 months old and slightly irritating. He wants what he wants and he wants it now. Saturday morning he came to me with my new slipper in his mouth refusing to give it back unless I took him for his morning walk. Not after my shower, no. Not after a cup of coffee, no. Then. Right then. And he was going to eat the trash, chew on my suitcase, and suddenly not remember what “NO!” meant until I took him. For the life of my new white terrycloth slippers, decorated with with tiny martini glasses, I gave in.

Deannie and Dean have two dogs (Ralphy & Casey) and I love to dog-sit for them. Why? Because Ralph and Casey come with an acre and a half of fenced in land. All I have to do is lay on the couch in my sweat pants, drink wine, and watch DVDs. They come and go as they please stopping by the couch for a pat on the head when they feel like it. So long as they have food, clean water, and a warm body to sleep next to they’re happy as clams!

My opinion: Cats are better.

My solution: Take weekend puppy to run around on Deannie and Deans fenced in acre and a half -- while I sit around and drink beers with Deannie.

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 5:05 PM