Some of the dogs I take care of get along very well with other dogs so I can book certain dogs together. It’s non-stop fun, and all day party at Chez Crazy Dog Lady. This summer is booked SOLID, thanks to friends who have given great word-of-mouth recommendations. Seriously, BOOKED SOLID. My little not-a-business-just-for-fun side venture is taking off quite nicely. And the extra dough is nice, too.
The past two weeks I’ve had several dogs visit us so it’s been BUSY. Having four or five dogs in the house at the same time is fairly chaotic (let alone the fact that it was a holiday weekend, which means multiple barbecues, tons of people around and more chaos).
For a week I had Sandy-The-Wonder-Golden, one of our favorite visitors. Sandy and Shadow are good buddies and we love having her. Basically, she’s the blonde version of Shadow. Actually, she’s nothing like Shadow. Nothing at all. They couldn’t be more polar opposite. Shadow is anxious, hyper and noisy. Sandy is calm, relaxed and laid-back. Shadow barks at leaves as they fall from the tree. Sandy sniffs the air and sighs and goes back to sleep. Sandy? Nicest dog ever. Shadow? Neurosis only a mother could love.The strange part is that Sandy acts like Eeyore most of the day. She walks around slowly, stares you in the face (petmepetmepetmepetme) and looks kinda sad-ish, except she’s never sad. Then, when she and Bristol go out in the yard, she’s all, “PAAAARTTTTYYYY!!!” and runs and romps and jumps and wrestles and plays. It’s seriously cute to watch.
Over Memorial Day weekend we had Red Ginger (not to be confused with White Ginger). Red Ginger, you know, the dog that could escape from Alcatraz? And escape she did. And run after her we did. She is one nice, friendly, playful dog. If only she didn’t chew holes in the fence and escape, she’d seriously be the perfect dog.
This weekend we had Zane. We affectionately refer to him as “Zanelander” because he CANNOT TURN LEFT. Ever see Zoolander? No? Your loss. Zane is a bit goofy…confused, maybe. He walks into the sliding glass door, is afraid of the linoleum so he gets stuck in the foyer and has been known to stop dead in his tracks if the leash is on the wrong side of him or if he walks by a pole because he doesn’t know how to go around it most of the time. While he has a very sweet temperament, he’s no Lassie. Or so we though. This weekend, he proved himself a collie. My wee nephew spent the day with us Saturday and Zane was very protective. If the boy cried, Zane was immediately by his side. If he tried to go near steps or something dangerous, Zane blocked him. It was incredibly adorable. So if Timmy was really down a well, I’m pretty sure Zane would get him in no time.
This morning Zane went home and we have four or five days until the next guest arrives. It’s nice to be down to just my two but I’ll admit, I miss them when they leave. Most of them. There have been one or two dogs I swear I’ll never watch again (Emily). But even they have their moments, even if few and far between. The truth is, I think I finally found my calling. I’ve been trying to figure out what I am doing with myself now that Bugaboo is in full-time school and I’m home most of the day solo. Full time employment won’t work for our family for a variety of reasons so I need something flexible and part-time. Dog sitting is just that. I make my own schedule and hours, I can pick and choose my clients and it’s nice money for extras, like Tennis lessons for Bug Boy or special needs equipment for Bugaboo. It’s a win all around.
Except for my carpets…