As I mentioned earlier this week, I had a house guest. A good friend was in a bind working out of town with no one to look after his 7 month old puppy. Of course I have a huge love of animals, especially Pluto and his big dumb face. I also had been thinking it would be nice if I had a furry friend to keep me company, so I jumped at the chance to offer to dog sit for the week. I had forgotten that I haven’t had the greatest luck dog sitting for my friends, this time was no different.
The first night the poor pup was scared of all the new house noises and was having a hard time settling down at night. That was to be expected. What I wasn’t expecting was the blood curdling howls that could be heard all the way down the hallway of my condo building when I put him in his kennel and left for work every morning and after lunch. I’m sorry neighbors. But it gets worse.
Yesterday at lunch I come home, let the mutt out of the kennel and proceeded to use the washroom while he danced around excitedly. Upon finishing my business, I find what looks like a murder scene. Blood EVERYWHERE. Of course I freak out and text the puppy’s daddy frantically before going on a search for the source of the blood. In a rage of tail wags, he managed to cut the very tip of his tail and excitedly painted my condo building with blood. Thankfully it wasn’t so bad and stopped on its own. I spent my lunch hour scrubbing the walls and cupboards before enduring more howling while going back to work. Upon returning home again at the end of the day I tried to keep the dog calm and still but he still managed to reopen the wound inside the kennel. More scrubbing. Let me tell you how relieved I was when my friend came to claim the dog today. He now has a bandaged tail, his nickname ‘Special Ed’ really does suit him.
It doesn’t matter if the animals are at my house, or I’m at theirs. When my best friend’s English Mastiff was just a pup they went out of town and enlisted me to house/dog sit for a couple nights. Jager was a pretty good puppy, slept through the night with no fuss, shouldn’t be a big deal. Wrong. He howled ALL.NIGHT.LONG. Neither one of us got any sleep. And of course this wasn’t over a weekend where I could nap during the day, I had to work. I played with him before bed, made sure he was fed and did his business outside. There should have been no reason for him to howl all night. But he did. I let him out again, I played with him some more, I talked to him, I laid outside his kennel for awhile, but as soon as I crawled back into bed he’d howl again. Needless to say, I haven’t had to spend the night with Jager anymore. I still love his giant face though.
Before Jager was adopted, my best friend was dog sitting for three dogs and I went to hang out for the day. We decided to take them for a walk, her with the Cocker Spaniel, Judy and Becky (awesome dog name!) and me with Rita, the mastiff. The walk was just fine and dandy until the three dogs spotted a squirrel on the side of a tree. It was all the two of us could do to hold on to all three dogs to stop them from going after that stupid squirrel. I’m sure anyone who drove by to witness that scene had a good laugh, as did we after we got the dogs calmed down again.
Then there was Howie, the well behaved and adorable Yorkie. Howie was an angel aside from the fact that he wouuldn’t pee outside and instead peed, well, everywhere else INSIDE.
The only dog I’ve looked after without the slightest issue has been Miss Lexi, who I’m sure has to be the sweetest little doggy angel in the whole entire world. Don’t get me wrong, I still love all of the other dogs in my life, but Lexi has been the only one not to cause me any stress.
This blog post not only makes me wonder if my friends are all liars about how well behaved their dogs are, but also reminds me that no matter how much I love dogs and long to have my own some day, I currently have too busy of a life to devote the necessary attention needed to keep a dog from driving me insane.