This morning, after not having slept because I left movie night a bit late, there was a knock at my front door. I opened it, and in stepped a man carrying an oversized pillow, a blanket, and a few plastic bags filled with toys and dog food. Stepping in shortly behind Gordy was his wife, Anita, with her adolescent gray standard poodle Oz on his lead.
I was given lots of tips and instructions on how to take care of him, most of which I smiled and nodded at politely, as I've taken care of dogs much bigger and far more ornery than this timid little thing. I understand it, anyway...he's their baby, and I'm the new babysitter.
Once they'd left, I took Oz out for a quick walk to make sure he was empty, then came back in out of the deep freeze. I set out food and water, set up his bed, and played with him for a bit before going about my day. He's now following me around everywhere, after having whined for a little while by the door about mommy being gone. And currently, he's laying by my feet here at my computer desk, randomly looking up at me with adorable dark eyes to beg for a scratch.
He's here until Friday afternoon, when his mom and dad come back from their vacation. I think we're gonna do just fine.
:)
Well, after 5 days, Oz is heading home this afternoon. It's been an...interesting week. He behaved..ish....but I think from now on, I'll stick to dogsitting animals that know they're a dog. I'm pretty sure Oz thinks he's a bitty bunny. And, my friend Kristin's husky, Loki, seemed to think he was, too :/
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