Things are looking up.
I can finally smile again.
And...
I have ended up in the cockroach feelers gang.
Hmm. Not sure if anyone of you actually get what I mean.
The dog sitter.
Somehow that sounds like a good movie title. I could write a book on it. When I've gotten through my own dog sitting experience, that is.
Yep, I am entrusted with the honourable task of looking after somebody's dogs for this weekend, and another 2 weeks after that. I am feeling the pressure. I hope I don't make a mess of the place. I should go there with the mindset that I want to leave the place looking exactly the same as when they left the house. So I'll try to put back everything back in place and clean up properly and feed the dogs like the owners have never left.
I hope I can do it.
Looking after dogs is not so easy you know. My mom thought I would just have to go there in the morning and dump some food in the bowl. Full stop.
Yeah right. They might as well just put the whole 2 weeks worth of food there and leave the dogs to ration the food themselves. FYI I'm pretty sure they're not the kind of dogs to gobble everything up in the first 5 minutes, because they ALWAYS have leftover food.
Well, that seems like a good start, that I actually know that. Right?
The weird thing is, her aunt might be still home when I go there this weekend. I kinda wish I don't see her. A bit awkward?
I don't know whether to look forward to, or to dread my first dog sitting duty this afternoon.