If you don’t think I would gladly spend a weekend dog-sitting, you don’t know me at all.
My mom’s friend’s daughter got married over the weekend and my parents decided to get a hotel room Saturday night. With new puppy Seger, they wanted him to have a sitter, and I more than gladly took the job. I mean, how could I not want to spend a weekend with a soft, snuggly puppy?
We joke that he’s a Gremlin because his breeder had some requests regarding his diet in particular, but on top of that, he’s a puppy who’s still exploring and in training and does need some supervision, so my mom wanted me over Friday night to see his routine. I went home for a little bit after work, got some dinner, then gathered my things and headed over.
I squeezed in a quick shopping trip Saturday morning since I still buy CDs but don’t have anywhere near me to get them, and then once my parents were ready and gone, it was just Seger and I.
Ever since they got him, I’ve been pretty entertained by my parents’ tales (tails) of trying to keep up with a puppy. My mom says they’re too old, and my dad would say, “Just wait,” anytime I’d tease him about how Seger couldn’t possibly be that bad. So I was completely prepared for karma to bite me in the ass and for Seger to run me down hard, but honestly, it was pretty okay. He needs watched, sure, and that makes a lot of simple tasks take longer, but it wasn’t hard. He got frustrating Saturday night and part of Sunday morning when nothing really kept his interest and he kept trying to wander around the house, but he wasn’t bad and he wasn’t much of a handful. I tried to play with him in intervals where he wasn’t napping to keep him active, and then that way he’s not packed full of energy he needs to burn off. He’s actually a really sweet dog–maybe it was because my parents were gone, but he stuck right with me all weekend. Save for a few minutes here and there, if he was lying down to nap, he was doing it smack against my leg while I was sitting on the couch.
Sure, I chased him around enough that my ass and thighs were sore Sunday, but I think we both had fun.
Sunday morning, my parents brought me breakfast, I squeezed in some final puppy snuggles, and headed home to go back out to Greensburg to see a play Paul’s sister Emily was in, and then we had dinner after and hung out.