In order to truly appreciate this post, you have to understand my history with dogs.
Birth- early high school: Terrified of dogs. Ter.rif.ied. Somewhere in high school, I got over this morbid fear and downgraded to great disdain.
Junior year of high school: Family I was a nanny for got a dog. Dog later attacked my best friend. Dog and I got along fine.
Fall, 2007: Consider getting a dog as I had just moved into an apartment by myself. In God's infinite kindness, my friend gets a dog. All desire to have a dog is now gone.
January, 2008: Dog-sit two dogs via just checking in on them. One, a spiteful peeer. The other, a pup. Within 3 days I had cleaned up a wet mess and had the pup poop on the carpet and drag his rear through it. Called friends in Florida. They assured me they would take care of it. At the same time, friendships were dissolving, my then-boyfriend was in the hospital, and I later found out I had a stomach virus.
Spring, 2008: Go over and check on a dog. It had gotten out of the gate in that apartment. For weeks you could still smell the evidence. The dog also howled for hours when I was gone. Vow to never again dog-sit.
June, 2012: Go over one night and feed/play with 3 dogs. Couldn't get the alarm to set. Had to call the alarm company. Forgot to lock the house (in Moore) until I got back to Norman.
July, 2012: Co-worker says, "Sure seems like you dog-sit a lot." Me: "Um.. really.. no." Talks about me staying at her house to watch her 2 dogs and a cat. At the end of the month, it falls through.
August, 2012: Former professor asks me to dog/house sit. Luckily, I like his dogs. Plus, it sounded like it could be fun. Enter: adventure of 2012.
Birth- early high school: Terrified of dogs. Ter.rif.ied. Somewhere in high school, I got over this morbid fear and downgraded to great disdain.
Junior year of high school: Family I was a nanny for got a dog. Dog later attacked my best friend. Dog and I got along fine.
Fall, 2007: Consider getting a dog as I had just moved into an apartment by myself. In God's infinite kindness, my friend gets a dog. All desire to have a dog is now gone.
January, 2008: Dog-sit two dogs via just checking in on them. One, a spiteful peeer. The other, a pup. Within 3 days I had cleaned up a wet mess and had the pup poop on the carpet and drag his rear through it. Called friends in Florida. They assured me they would take care of it. At the same time, friendships were dissolving, my then-boyfriend was in the hospital, and I later found out I had a stomach virus.
Spring, 2008: Go over and check on a dog. It had gotten out of the gate in that apartment. For weeks you could still smell the evidence. The dog also howled for hours when I was gone. Vow to never again dog-sit.
June, 2012: Go over one night and feed/play with 3 dogs. Couldn't get the alarm to set. Had to call the alarm company. Forgot to lock the house (in Moore) until I got back to Norman.
July, 2012: Co-worker says, "Sure seems like you dog-sit a lot." Me: "Um.. really.. no." Talks about me staying at her house to watch her 2 dogs and a cat. At the end of the month, it falls through.
August, 2012: Former professor asks me to dog/house sit. Luckily, I like his dogs. Plus, it sounded like it could be fun. Enter: adventure of 2012.
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