so hubbin and his whole fam damnly are in tulsa for a wedding. thankfully, we decided that i should stay home with boo. however, because hubbin’s brother CK and his wife have two dogs and no friends, i am dogsitting to boot. now, i don’t mind dog sitting. usually it’s for marco’s little black dog eif and she and my dog are shameless with the puppy love. but these two dogs are so pampered and on such grueling schedules, i am wondering if maybe my secret alcoholism is causing me to black out periodically.
what could have possibly possesed me to agree to take care of two extra dogs with a toddler? all weekend? on my own?
i’ll tell you, it was need to be good.
but seriously, these dogs came with TWO PAGES of typed instructions, two different kinds of dogs treats (for different things) four bowls, beds, leashes and the fluffly little white one barks at the wind. they are on a military like schedule of walking and peeing and pooping and that just doesn’t fly in my house. like, really your two dogs get walked a mile twice a day, that’s great, but that’s NOT going to happen. if they don’t shit when i let them out - that’s their problem.
but honestly, even if you are desperate, why would put such high expectations on someone doing you a favor? do they not know that boo exists and her well-being and needs come first? i mean, she’s taking a nap now, and it would be a great time to walk the dogs, but i am tapped for babysitters. i mean, I NEED A BABYSITTER to walk their damn dogs - how fucked up is that?
i wish i had the kind of time that people without kids have. don’t get me wrong, i’d never trade boo for time. but just the thought and effort that went into typing out two pages of instructions for dogs is fucking ludicrous. feed them, let them out, let them play, scratch them, done.
and of course, one of them took off last night. i let them out before i went up to put boo to bed and the black lab bolted for a good twenty minutes. i’m not thrilled she came back, but what are you going to do? makes me appreciate my dog even more.
in other news, hubbin isn’t having a blast either. he was stuck driving most of the way there and is on a pull out bed in between bedrooms at a tulsa hotel. ish.
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