Tag: not my dog

I was dogsitting NMD from Thursday to Sunday, on my (mostly) lonesome while Katy is away. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I love that dog. She’s really good for my mental health. She forces me to go on twice-daily walks and run around like a nutter with a frisbee and a squeaky tennis ball.

Normally when we have dogs over, Katy sleeps in the guest bedroom to be around the dog, while the cats are self-isolating in our bedroom. This time, the guest bedroom has been turned into Ben’s 2nd (gaming) room so I slept on the sofa. Wasn’t as horrible as I expected it to be. Even though I’m not sleeping well anyways these days, it was…. OK.

I love the fact she climbed up on the sofa with me this morning. Enough so that I made her breakfast in bed :)

She’s gone back home now, and I’m in my big (empty) bed.

Edit: a few more day-sits for NMD

It seems like a long time that we didn’t have either NMD or Juno with us, but we’re dog-free for the next little while. On some level, it’s less work but on another level, it’s less unconditional love and crazy nuttiness.

She snores.
She farts.
She’s a heavy lump on my leg.
My leg’s gone completely numb.
But there’s no way in hell I’m going to move her.
I love this dog.

(volume up!)

That’ll be 500chf, please.

We’ve had her since the start of August, but she’s going home today. She’s a good puppers. My therapist says that she’s been good for my mental health. I can’t really disagree.

I love how she’ll just come up to you and boop you with her nose to get your attention… then generally belch in your face. I love how she rolls around the grass like a nutter, but I’m less thrilled at her stubborn flomp when she doesn’t want to go back home. I love her attempts to “rescue” anyone who’s fallen down (less so when she’s just licked her own backside).

I’m going to miss her – I always do – but like all dogs, she can be a bit of work.