around as if wearing a ball gown
client’s house, dragging a poor
and drinking champagne saying
dog in tow (most likely wondering
things (to myself, mind you) like,
why the hell his leisurely walk is
“Daaahling, I’m so elated that
now a full on sprint) because I
you were able to make it to our
had to poop...NOW!
party...you look simply splendid!”
Because this is how I imagine • Pooped at a client’s house - I
millionaires speak.
consider it a job perk that I
have clean, for the most part,
• Fallen asleep at a client’s house
bathrooms for me to potty in :)
on the floor – dogs were inside,
safe and sound and I had already • Pretended like I was picking up
fed and taken them out to potty.
a load of poop that the dog I was
I just needed a little rest! This
walking just dropped and really
happened during the holidays
didn’t. This is breaking a HUGE
when I typically run on about
Cardinal Rule of pet sitting...
four hours of sleep.
ALWAYS pick up the poop! 99% of
the time, I have baggies falling out
• Eaten food out of a client’s
of my pockets. On this particular
refrigerator - you try walking dogs
day, I was wearing stretch pants
from 6AM until 5PM without
(not to worry, fashion police,
putting time in your schedule
they were workout pants...no
for eating - once the cats started
stirrups) and had no pockets.
looking tasty, I figured it was
Unfortunately, I was walking a
time for me to find something
130 lb Bull Mastiff so the poop
real to eat. Incidentally, this is the
probably didn’t go unnoticed.
SAME house I drank the Cokes
from...Coke and cold pizza just go • Not showered in five days - I
together. I assume my client didn’t
SWEAR the dogs were more
notice that one piece missing.
lovable towards me on the fifth
day...my husband was a different
• Had to high-tail it back to the
story.
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• Not brushed my teeth prior to
my morning visits - again, dogs
seem to really enjoy my morning
breath...I may have forgotten
and gone the entire day before
realizing I hadn’t brushed...sorry,
Lisa (Lisa is my dental hygienist
sister)!
• Let out a not-so-quiet fart while
walking a dog, realized that there
was a man behind me and blamed
it on the dog...”Annabelle! It is not
nice to toot in public!” as the man
jogs by.
Let’s face it, pet sitting is a job where
you are pretty much alone most of
the time, ‘cept for the animals that
you are in charge of, and they can’t
talk. You don’t really have to report
physically to anyone so you are just
on your own. You get the feeling that
no one is watching and when hunger,
sleepiness, upset bowels or punchiness
takes over, this is what happens. In this
day and age of webcams, I feel like a
few of my clients may have witnessed
some of this tom-foolery...perhaps I
need to have a little more self control!
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