Adventures in Dog-Sitting: Part I

At some point, I'll take a picture.  Three full-grown chocolate labs.  One sitter.. well.. plus the person who comes like a fairy during lunch and lets them out.  I digress.

If you know me, you probably find it hilarious that I am dog-sitting.  If you don't know me, you should see the previous post.  :-)  I promised my sister and Courtney some entertaining posts.  Ladies, you'd better comment.

Tuesday:  Everything seemed to be going pretty well.  Played with the girls (what I, and their parents, call the labs), went to the grocery store, came home and cooked dinner.  Had a friend over.  Warned her the girls would be rather excited to see her.  I'm pretty impressed with how well they did.

As a funny aside not related to the girls, I decided to take a bath in the huge soaker, jetted tub.  I used bubbles.  I turned on the jets.  I had MOUNDS of bubbles.  Lesson.learned.

Then, it was time to go to bed.  I knew Sophie would sleep with me.  Luckily it was a king-size bed.  Extra bonus: I picked the correct side.  When I went to bed Sophie claimed the right 65% of the bed.  I got in on my side.  I moved.  Sophie moved.  Apparently I moved too much because Sophie went to the foot of the bed.  Then she came back.  And nested.  How dare the human want to be fully covered.  Silly human.  Finally we went to sleep.  Like a new parent, I'm pretty sure I woke up every.single.time Sophie moved.  Girl moves a lot.  :-)  At 5:30 the girls decided they needed a potty break.  Fair enough.  At 7:20, they decided it was time for me to get up.  Not as cool, girls, not as cool.  I had a nice leisurely breakfast, did the dishes, fed the girls.. have to admit, it was kinda nice.

Wednesday:  Apparently the girls are used to me.  They no longer jump on me when I come in.  They do, however, greet me and follow me wherever I go.  Adventures today included filling up their kiddie pool with water.  A little later came the biggest adventure:  poop scooping.  Lots of poop.  Lots of scooping.  I should sell tickets.  Then, I was sitting on my computer and there was a reflection on the wall that Sophie insisted on barking at.  It was hilarious.

Now, I'm sitting here blogging with Abby laying contentedly at my feet.  She's a lover, that one.  Well, really all of the girls are super affectionate.  Abby, however, can never be too close to a human.

Well.. that's enough for today.  Stay tuned to see what other adventures lay ahead for myself and the girls.

Update:  Just like a new parent, I totally messed up what the days are.  Thanks CMac for correcting me!

Adventures in Dog-Sitting: Preamble

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.