I have been dog sitting a Chiweenie (chihuahua/dachshund) for the past two weeks. If you knew me, you would not ask me to watch your canine. Ever. Other than that early experience, and a two week period when the neighbors gave us a Cock-a-poo in the '70's (involved mayonnaise, throwing up in the car, and scratching a Cadillac), I have no experience with animals. Give me a child, a sick adult, or a dying grandmother, and I will sign on for a lifetime; give me something that barks, craps on my carpet, or wakes me at 5:15 to go potty, and I will say, "you have the wrong girl". I don't do stairs, (but I did 8 times a day). I don't shop, (but when she chewed through her harness, I went to 3 stores to find a new one. She slipped out of that, so I finally braided some t-shirt cords into a collar). I change diapers, (but when something purposely rolls in shit and requires a bath-the remnants should not look like I shaved a gorilla). It was supposed to be a one week commitment, but turned into two. I was anxious to see her go. She was anxious to leave. The End.
Projects this week: A Union Jack coffee table, and a 1940's Vintage RCA television into a wine cabinet.
I remember this story well. Michelle is the one who said it.ReplyDelete