Adventures In Dog Sitting: Let The Fun Begin (Part 2)

It’s DDO-Day – dog drop-off day. The plan is for Greg to drop off Mickey on his way to the airport. A few directions as to feeding now that he’s sans three teeth, and Greg is Vegas bound. Poor Mickey! When he notices his dad has jumped ship, he looks a little down. But it’s nothing a belly rub won’t fix.

Now, I don’t want to monopolize the whole story, so I thought that you’d get a better dog’s-eye-view from Mickey and Oscar. Oscar, as you’ll remember from Part 1 of the story, is a bit of a dog snob, and my intention with dog sitting Mickey was to open him up to the possibility of adding a furry brother or sister to our family unit.

But enough from me – I’m going to let the dogs take it from here.

Related: Adventures In Dog Sitting: Meeting Mickey (Part 1)

New house! New house! New house! Everything smells so different! And there’s another dog here. I’m not too sure about him… he won’t look at me and every time I try to get close to him, he takes off in the opposite direction. Not the warm welcome I was looking for, but I’ll win him over with my adorable, derpy personality.

This new human, who answers to Amy, however, is a different story. Sure, I’ll let her pet me when I’m cuddled up by her side on the couch, but otherwise, I’m hiding under the table. It was really nice of her to build me a fort, complete with flannel blanket. I think I’ll hide out under here for the next few days when she’s walking around.

Related: 5 Important Tips For Hiring a Dog Sitter

My mouth is a bit sore from going to the dog probing place. Every time I go there, the guy with the gloves is always sticking his fingers somewhere he’s not welcome. But on the plus side, I get to eat a whole can of this yummy soft food from the can for a couple of days. I Hoover that stuff up before the new human Amy catches onto how good it is and steals it for her own dinner. Later on this evening, I’ll tell her how good it is by farting in her general direction. She’ll appreciate that.

While new human Amy and the other dog are sleeping, I think I’ll redecorate my new home. It doesn’t smell like me yet. A couple of choice poops and a few puddles of pee will set things straight. I’ve got a busy night of exploring every room in the house and leaving my own personal touch.

You’re welcome.

Oscar pretends Mickey is not there.

I don’t know who you are, what you’re doing here or why you smell so funny, but I don’t like it. Nope, not one bit.

We need to get some ground rules in place.

  1. You must say at least one human length away from me at all times. Failure to do so will result in my fleeing under the couch or into the safety of my crate. The only time the rule is to be ignored is when Mom gives us a treat. We can sit together during the distribution process. Once the treat has been received, we will go to our separate corners and commence noms.
  2. Do not sniff my butt. That is a nose-free zone. I’m not at all comfortable with a strange snout in my nether regions.
  3. Do not make eye contact with me. If you try to engage me in small talk, a friendly game of tug or a competitive sad eyes staring contest, you will be greeted by a view of the back of my head.
  4. The sleeping arrangements are as follows: I will not sleep in my crate while you are in the house. I will cry and whine until Mom lets me sleep with in the human bed for the next four nights (and will continue to whine every night following your departure because I had a taste of the good life… and I liked it).

Follow these rules, stay out of my space, and the next four days will go by just fine.

Next week – Mickey smells too much like a boy for my tastes. It’s time for a mud bath and a makeover. Plus, a list of everything and everywhere Mickey has deemed to be his bathroom.


Comments

  • peggyfrezon

    I can’t wait to find out how it goes! I know what a challenge it is to introduce dogs to each other. My Kelly is not a fan of any other dog in her house, but we did convince her that Ike makes a great pal. Good luck, I’ll check back!

  • jana rade

    We pet sat only once, all dogs had a blast. “Sleepover! Sleepover!” There was not much floor space left to walk but the dogs were happy.

  • Kim Byars Croisant

    I’ve never hired a pet sitter – we always have found a neighbor but that’s running out. With our new puppies, we really need to find someone we can count on.