...occurred recently when I offered to 'dog sit' for a friend who was planning to be out of town for a week. Her trip was starting on Saturday, and I told her I would be willing to help her out with taking care of a recently adopted rescue canine. EM laughingly told the story of not having any intention of having a second pet, but when she saw this one, and heard the sad tale of being abandoned, and needing a loving home, she fell right into that trap. And soon discovered she had one more dog than she could easily manage with her travel plans.
I thought I was offering to stop by her house a couple of times a day and give her newly adopted canine a bit of attention as well as check on food and water supply. She thought I meant for her four-footed friend to come and live at MY house for a week. I was obviously the one who was misunderstood. So this visitor came to have a little 'doggie vacation' on Saturday morning. With all the necessary accouterments including a crate for sleeping (storage?,) food, and a leash to take on short excursions. Apparently E. dose not have a fenced yard, so this little frizzly haired friend of hers was delighted to get out of doors yesterday and run to and fro.
EM lives about twenty minutes on the far side of town, so I guess the house guest/visitor coming here for a week is all for the best. I am sure it would get really old having to trek that distance twice a day to walk the dog and be sure she had the necessities. She's generally agreeable, and a pleasant guest, but apparently has had some issues with males in her cloudy past, as she does not seem to be warming up to the man who lives here. Just a little growly when he tries to get close. Warning him to keep his distance, which leads me to believe that she might have been mistreated at some point in her life before she found a happy home.
The only problem is Lucy, the cat, is not a dog-lover. And since January, when she decided she is an indoor cat, she has had the run of the place. She has not taken kindly to be usurped. But has, reluctantly, spent the night outdoors just to avoid being in the same space as that yappy little creature she knows she did not invite for a sleepover. Perhaps the experience of spending most of her time outside in the coming week will remind her about her history of actually being an outdoor cat?
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