adventures in dog-sitting

Yesterday the B and I dogsat for Blue. Generally I'm a fan of babysitting and dogsitting. You get to hang out in somebody else's house for a while and look through all their cookbooks and movies and search their cupboards for Pocky. Then you get to through their clothes and dress up as them and prance around the house squeaking Hullo! I'm LIZ! I don't have any Pocky in the house because I am a jerk! And then you open the door to Chad's room and notice that Chad has had the same stuff in tubs in the same spot on the floor for about four months.

Ahem.

Anyway, the dogs were interesting. Blue is much bigger and younger than Truman, who, at the age of three, is the fattest healthy-weight dog you'll ever meet. The B observed that Blue and Truman together is sort of like mixing a toddler with an eighty-year-old woman. And then there was a cat. Truman hates cats. I don't even think it would have been that long of a night if not for Truman hating cats. First we went to the park, where Truman climbed a tree. Then we came home and ate pizza while Blue humped Truman. Periodically the cat would appear and Truman would bark at it until it took refuge on top on the piano. This was pretty much how the next nine hours went, until it was time for bed, at which point the dogs hogged the bed and everything fell asleep...

until the cat began to paw at the door, and Truman barked and barked because CATS ARE BAD AND ONE IS TRYING TO GET IN AND EAT YOU and then I threatened, not for the first time that evening, to put Truman to sleep, and then luckily I fell asleep until morning, leaving the B to deal with the dogs and the noise. I owe the B.

Photos:


Truman, seven feet above the ground on a tree.


The cat.



Later, the B birthed... Truman.

And here's where I would show a photo of Blue but Blogger is a douche. Instead, here's eight seconds of last night. Note Truman's plaintive look at the end:

Really, though. It wasn't a bad night.

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Now let's all laugh at Jeano, who opened a brand new box of white chocolate Oreos only to discover that somebody at Quality Control sucks at their job because... THE NABISCO COMPANY SHORTED HER ONE!


Ha, Jeano.