Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Doggie Style

We never had pets growing up.

Well, unless you count the two gerbils - Frisky and Midnight - which is an entirely different story (click here and see #3).

I always wanted a dog, though, and in my adult age I find myself gravitating towards opportunity to spend time with my friends' four-legged friends.

I spent an extended weekend house sitting for two of those hairy companions. Anakin is a shorter mutt and Palmer is a younger mix of a boxer and I think a greyhound. He has the most beautiful brindle stripes and is super hyper.

It was the third time I house sat for one or both of these dogs, and I've really come to love them.

Dogs can be entirely frustrating when they don't get in their crate swiftly or when they bark incessantly while you are scooping out the dog food and heading for the bowl. But all is forgotten when they brush their body against your legs and cuddle close in bed at night.

I also felt so special when the two dogs would compete for my attention. I would pet one dog and he'd growl at the other as if to say, "Back off. She's mine."

Both dogs would swarm around me when my hands were loose and ready to run through their thick coats. One dog would fight for a little love when the other was getting attention.

I think I'm smitten.

1 comment:

t2ed said...

I love Guinness the Wonder Dog.

But he's a pain in the ass. I've never gotten up earlier, picked up more poop, worried more about why someone wasn't eating, been scratched more whilst rough-housing, stepped on more strewn about dog toys and had a dirtier carpet.

Luckily, he still gives me sloppy wet kisses when I'm feeling moody.

Borrowing dogs seems to be the best trick. Cause you can get them all wound up on Liv 'R Snaps and Dr. Pepper and give them back to their real owners. All the sloppy kisses and none of the poop picking.