Guess what my gig has been for the past three days? Dog-sitting.
In a moment of weakness I agreed to help a friend and neighbor with her 120-pound white German Shepherd. (I really don’t know how much he weighs, but he practically stands as tall as a bicycle.)
He is a very good and well-behaved dog, for the most part. But I don’t think he was supposed to leap onto the bed and watch television with me as he has his own bed. He also wasn’t supposed to run around outside gnawing on a charred piece of wood from the fire pit, thus alluding me at our recess time. And he probably wasn’t supposed to play outside with an indoor rug he absconded.
However, I assume this is a practice for the day when I will be watching grandchildren. You just let them do whatever they want and the owners can correct the new bad habits. Right? Thank goodness my friend does not subscribe to this fine blog!
Hahahaha