Recently, a friend asked me watch her dog while her family took a vacay down to Disney. No problem. Then a week later, another friend asked me to watch her dog while her friend took a vacay down to Disney. We’re on it. Consider our house the vehicle to making Magical Kingdom dreams come true for the canine crowd.
Lest you fret over the sanity of my own poor doggie having all these guests, don’t. I love him, but truth told: Bailey is already a lost cause. He has always been. We love him, but from the moment he was adopted, he was a grouchy old man. A very grouchy old man. Wouldn’t matter if he had zero friends hanging out or 105, he would still be miserable. I love you, Bailey.
As for me? Jealous? TOTALLY. What I wouldn’t give to see my daughter rendered speechless by a real live princess. Cue up the Visa ad, because this one would be PRICELESS.
But, as it turns out I am making some other dreams of hers come true. Dog dreams, that is. As she runs through the house squeeing, “I have two doggies!”, I find myself falling a bit deeper in love with our visitors.
While our Bailey pouts his days away, our guest pups love. They cuddle. They tolerate my “energetic” children and all their energy. Happily. Tails wagging.
The thing is, I like these dogs. I might suck at caring for children, but step aside, friends, I intend to claim the Dog Sitter of the Year title and I’ve got a game plan for every minute of this gig.
A dog’s day in at my house?
After sleeping for an obscene number of hours, psychotically jump in the air and bark as though have never been fed EVER when human makes first suggestion of awaked-ness in the morning.
Get fed, get let out to pee emphatically and return to 6+ hr. nap to ensure well-restedness.
Mail lady/UPS man arrives. WORLD CRISIS. Bark as to alert any authorities who possibly exist on this earth that house is most assuredly under attack.
Craft time! This may involve digging voraciously into a Busy Bone as Foster Mommy is too tired to think of anything more creative.
2 minutes later: DINNER. Harass and endlessly annoy any human within 50 miles to scoop food. Act pitiful as needed.
Mommy gets snappy because the poochies won’t stop leaping about with some unknown force of energy. Did they get deal speed from the UPS guy earlier when I wasn’t looking? Mommy then scream-suggests that doggies “go play a game together or get a hobby.” Just jump higher because Mommy looks funny when she yells and obviously, her suggestions are inane.
After big humans have secured young humans in bed for the evening, make a dramatic show of being utterly cute so as to ensure lovin’ for tomorrow. Cuddle with head on human’s lap as needed. xo.
I kind of want to keep these puppies. I may just refuse to give them back.
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