If I Could Talk to the Animals
I have been pet sitting for a friend of a friend this week. The menagerie consists of 4 kitties and one large German Shepherd mix dog. Jaime was afraid that the dog would never settle down for me and that I'd never see two of the four kitties, as two of them trend towards shyness. Jaime doesn't live far from me, actually, so it's been quite convenient to stay here and still pop over to my own home. I stay here at night, and have been here in the morning for the great feeding of the beasts. Since I don't have a pet of my own at my house, this is a good way to a pet experience.
Ginger, the dog, has been a doll. She's smart and, as is good with a large dog, really quite gentle. She loves just about everyone, near as I can tell. She walks fairly decently for me; Jaime had warned me about pulling. Even after just a few days and a few short walks, Ginger has learned that if she pulls, we stop moving. She'll walk quite nicely for me for several minutes at a time. Makes me feel so "Dog Whisperer"! Ginger sleeps on the king sized bed with me quite contentedly, keeping very much to "her" side.
The kitties are about as nice as you could want. There's the orange and white short-haired fella, Herbert, the blue-eyed long-haired kitty, Sasha (who also is completely deaf), a long-haired tortoise shell looking fella, Cocoa, and a small calico girl, who's name escapes me. Jaime warned me that Cocoa and the calico were quite shy and that she doesn't even see them all that much. I am actually pleased to say that I have petted ALL of the kitties, and that even Cocoa and the calico come out with me. The little calico cracks me up because she really "talks" to me, always meowing when it is breakfast time or we are in the kitchen. The grossest part of the whole experience is the litter box scooping, and there is no one on earth that enjoys that! But it's a dealable requirement to sit for the critters. Being allergic to kitties, I do take a Benedryl at night and that both ensures a good night's rest and no sneezing or runny eyes from the kitty dander (even though Jaime keeps the place pretty doggone immaculate. No unpleasant kitty box smell or "DO" (dog odor) when you come in the door. I am grateful she has hardwood floors, as it makes sweeping up the rather industrial sized furballs that accumulate!
My incision is healing quite well. Not due to go back until Tuesday to have the packing checked and probably swapped out. Shouldn't be too much longer before I don't have to have packing in there, and things like washing my hair, taking a simple shower and shaving my legs become a whole lot less complicated! Done with the antibiotics, so I availed myself of a couple glasses of wine during my critter-sitting stint.
That's about all for me at the moment. Yeah, yeah, work continues, we continue to be understaffed and there is a serious case of HUAS (Head Up Ass Syndrome) running rampant among the greater minds at the store right now. The beauty of retail is that nothing is really forever, so that makes it bearable!
Ginger, the dog, has been a doll. She's smart and, as is good with a large dog, really quite gentle. She loves just about everyone, near as I can tell. She walks fairly decently for me; Jaime had warned me about pulling. Even after just a few days and a few short walks, Ginger has learned that if she pulls, we stop moving. She'll walk quite nicely for me for several minutes at a time. Makes me feel so "Dog Whisperer"! Ginger sleeps on the king sized bed with me quite contentedly, keeping very much to "her" side.
The kitties are about as nice as you could want. There's the orange and white short-haired fella, Herbert, the blue-eyed long-haired kitty, Sasha (who also is completely deaf), a long-haired tortoise shell looking fella, Cocoa, and a small calico girl, who's name escapes me. Jaime warned me that Cocoa and the calico were quite shy and that she doesn't even see them all that much. I am actually pleased to say that I have petted ALL of the kitties, and that even Cocoa and the calico come out with me. The little calico cracks me up because she really "talks" to me, always meowing when it is breakfast time or we are in the kitchen. The grossest part of the whole experience is the litter box scooping, and there is no one on earth that enjoys that! But it's a dealable requirement to sit for the critters. Being allergic to kitties, I do take a Benedryl at night and that both ensures a good night's rest and no sneezing or runny eyes from the kitty dander (even though Jaime keeps the place pretty doggone immaculate. No unpleasant kitty box smell or "DO" (dog odor) when you come in the door. I am grateful she has hardwood floors, as it makes sweeping up the rather industrial sized furballs that accumulate!
My incision is healing quite well. Not due to go back until Tuesday to have the packing checked and probably swapped out. Shouldn't be too much longer before I don't have to have packing in there, and things like washing my hair, taking a simple shower and shaving my legs become a whole lot less complicated! Done with the antibiotics, so I availed myself of a couple glasses of wine during my critter-sitting stint.
That's about all for me at the moment. Yeah, yeah, work continues, we continue to be understaffed and there is a serious case of HUAS (Head Up Ass Syndrome) running rampant among the greater minds at the store right now. The beauty of retail is that nothing is really forever, so that makes it bearable!
posted by Mel at 9:44 PM
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