dog-sitting...

again, for a friend who stays in the road, likely more than myself. She loves to go to the beach along the Florida panhandle. Which is about a five hour drive, and will take herself and stay for a week  at the time.  Occasionally meeting friends, going to see someone, or just to be going to the beach, sitting in the sun and walking along the edge of the water. She has told me that before her husband died, they would get in the car and drive down for the day. Not my idea of fun, though anyone who knows me is aware of my getting up before first light, and returning the same day long after sunset.

The friend, E., has two dogs. I think the other one is smaller, what is apparently considered 'purse-sized'. The little one usually travels with her, unless she is staying someplace pets are not acceptable. And the bigger dog will come to visit here. This has happened several times in the past year or so, since she adopted this frizzly, fuzzy mutt-mix.  Maybe some chow, possibly a bit of Pomeranian, and something dense, as though she has short legs, she is deceptively heavy. Very friendly and affectionate, but seems to be sort of skittish, so may have a history of abuse.

Obviously a smart little pooch, as she knows to sit when you tell her to, in anticipation of having her leash attached to go for a walk. And will turn in a circle before she takes her treat from your hand. Plus she knows to do her business outside, and will hold it until she is allowed out the door. Otherwise, she would  not be invited back to my house the second time.

I had to run into town early this morning, and stopped by the 'just a buck' store to get her a bag of treats. Found a little bone-shaped chewy toy with a squeaker inside, that I will most likely regret purchasing. She is having a field day with the toy. I assume it will eventually be chewed up to the point the squeaking part will not function, possibly disappear, maybe consumed. But for now, she is nearly beside herself with delight over her new noisy toy.