Adventures in Puppy-Sitting

I am very protective of my animals.  (That may qualify as the understatement of 2014.)  Going out of town has always been stressful for me because I don’t like leaving them.  The cat is easy.  Someone comes to feed her once a day, and she’s good to go.  The pups are a different story.  They need a place to stay. I used to have a pet-sitter, and then her homeowner’s insurance pitched a hissy fit about her keeping bully breed dogs (breed discrimination is SUCH BULLSHIT, but I won’t go there today), so she had to quit keeping them. There are a couple of vets in town that offer boarding, but their idea of boarding is just that–put the dogs in a kennel, let them out to pee a couple of times a day, and they consider their job done.  I can’t knock them for that–they are vets.  They have patients to tend to.  They’re busy with dogs that NEED their undivided attention.  Boarding is just a customer convenience that they extend.  There’s also one boarding facility here, but I wouldn’t leave them there if my life depended on it.  They have a HORRIBLE reputation.  So for the past few years, any time I have had to leave them for more than one night (in which case I had been letting the vet board them), I had been driving them two hours one way back to the town I used to live in where there was a nice boarding facility that I knew and trusted.  Yes, driving them that far was a pain in the ass, but the alternative was just not an option I would even consider.  Then I heard of  I did a local search and found a lady that sounded fabulous  I took the dogs to her house one afternoon to meet her and her dog, and it was love at first sight for everyone.  She was wonderful, and my dogs and hers were instant BFFs.  She’s kept them for me a couple of times now, and this last time she kept them at Christmas, she refused to take my money and made another proposal instead:  I puppy-sit for HER when she needs someone!  Sounded great to me!  I’m all about bartering to save some money!  And I love giving my furkids the opportunity to play and socialize with other dogs.  Our town doesn’t have a dog park.  The nearest one is about 30 miles away, so we don’t make it up there as often as I’d like.  I got to make good on my end of the deal for the first time Saturday.  Gnash arrived about 11:30 and puppy playtime commenced immediately.  It was constant pounce, chase, tackle, rough, and tumble ALL. DAY. LONG.  I was seriously exhausted just watching them!  And Dear Lord, this dog is the barkingest damn dog I’ve ever met.  Finally… FINALLY… they calmed down around 5:00.  And by “calmed down” I simply mean “quit acting like mentally challenged Tasmanian devils on crack”.  Do you know how hard it is to take photos of mentally challenged Tasmanian devils on crack?!?!

These are the a few of the better ones.  I deleted the REALLY blurry ones.

I was able to grab a couple of decent shots after they calmed down a smidge.

Look at those blue eyes!

Turned out their 5:00 slowdown was just them gathering their resources and preparing for a late-night encore performance.  And then they recharged themselves overnight and got right back to it Sunday morning.  I ended up having to separate them for a while after they ate breakfast for fear of risking bloat.  Needless to say, everyone slept like logs when our guest left Sunday afternoon–myself included!  Puppy-sitting is exhausting!!!

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