So, I dog sit sometimes…and 98.9% of the time I enjoy it…even
though it’s a lot of work. I’ve just never been scared of work. ‘Specially if
it produces good stuff. Daisy’s enjoyment percentage is quite a bit lower, but
she’s not writing this, I am so it’s mine that counts right now.
I’ve blogged about different dog sitting experiences in the
past. Including a nine day stay with Hampton and Reggie…and
I would like to do this with every dog sitting experience but it’s exhausting
keeping notes and trying to find the time to put it on paper. So I have just come
to say a few things here and there on Facebook via pictures or blog about an incident
that was nonetheless doggone scary as when Peanut was with me and the story “runs” away on it’s own. I’ve had Izzy run into the
road, take a tumble with a car only scrapping some fur off her leg but this is
not the only death defining act she has encountered. I heard the Georgetown
by-pass has a sign up: WATCH OUT FOR IZZY! There are so many “tails” but my
mind is seared with the scary moments and all the fun lessons and behaviors are
easily forgotten. I know if I don’t get this down tonight I’ll forget and it
was so funny…
I had fixed pancakes for my supper…oatmeal pancakes, with
blueberries, with pecans served with applesauce on the side. I did share a few
bites with the canines…this is a bed and breakfast, you know. I started cleaning up and all the
guys and gals went to find a place to rest. Daisy, who remember, I said has a
lower percentage of enjoyment from dog sitting? Well, she went to the bed…Bishop
followed her. Lexie went to her dog bed in the living room and Gus went to the
couch. I loaded the dishwasher and since Gus had not finished his dog food, I
poured it in a small baggie to keep it somewhat fresh. One piece fell out as I
poured and landed in the floor. Now Bishop, who is in bed, in the other room…He
comes running in the kitchen, straight to the dropped piece, eats it and goes
back. Like some kind of sonar! It was a funny sight I want to be reminded of
later…so I write.
Earlier this morning…we were headed to the dog park. Because
Bishop likes to run
and I’ve written about that before, too. I decided I was going to take him
somewhere he can run loose and get his ya-ya’s out as much as possible this visit. So
first thing this morning, not counting coffee, I did load Daisy, Gus and Bishop…Lexie
won’t go with me…the thought of being crammed into the truck is just not her
idea of joy. I get in the truck and drive…and noticed the door on Bishop’s side
is not totally secured. So as I turn onto Winchester Road, I take the shoulder
to secure it. I’m very concerned about fast close vehicles so I open my door
just enough to get myself out…and BOOM! Gus is OUT!!!! On WINCHESTER ROAD!!!!!
I am a fast operator, yes…but pleeeeasssseee!!! I yell, “NO GUS!” And look up
at the white pickup coming toward him and throw my hand up and yell, “Stop!”
Which he does and Gus stopped long enough for me to grab his tail, (so sorry
but it was a desperate measure, I didn’t pull it, I just used it as a hold on
tool as I reached for his collar—NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THIS INCIDENT). I
put him in the passenger’s seat and yelled, “THAT… WAS… STUPID… GUS!!!!!!”
Daisy was sitting behind him and her ears were pulled back looking toward him
as if she were saying, “YOU ARE IN TROUBLE NOW!” But he wasn’t …he was safe and
that is what mattered. However, I did experience an adrenaline dump…that took
to the dog park to subside.
And so…the first full day …it’s close to bedtime…everyone is
safe, fed, watered and worn out…and as I type…Lexie sneezes, Bishop sit up,
Gus starts barking, Daisy gets up and looks at Lexie and I laugh. Lexie starts
fusing at everyone like an embarrassed little ole lady…hopefully I can catch
Lexie’s fussing voice some time. It’s very authoritive. Now she’s gotten up and
left the room. We’re so juvenile.
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