dogsitting
We are dogsitting for a professor for the next week. It is really bizarre having someone else’s animal in your house. Especially when the animal is about 3 times the size of your existing pet. I took them both on a walk this afternoon at the park, and found myself constantly tangled up in their leashes. Generally they wanted to go in opposite directions, but occasionally our guest would want to sniff at whatever Oliver had just sniffed at. That would be fine if Oliver didn’t usually pee after sniffing. I had to do a lot of yanking and maneuvering to keep our guest from getting his head peed on. Or pooed on, in one nearly disastrous instance.
The Little Red Haired Girl promises to join me on those two-dog walks from now on.
