Adventures in Dog sitting.
I keep telling myself that upon graduation from grad school, I'm going to get a dog. This is highly contingent upon me a. getting a job that allows me to have a dog (i.e. no Admissions where I'd be traveling 4-6 weeks in the fall); b. getting a job that pays me enough to take care of myself AND a dog; c. getting a job that pays well enough that it allows me to live close enough to said job to be able to quickly run home and let the dog out during lunch or if I'm about to pull a 12-hour day. I haven't given much thought to what said dog would be, what his/her name would be or whether I'd want to adopt a rescue dog or purchase one. What I DO know is that said dog cannot be a shedder. (Love ya Lucy but sweeping up after you EVERY DAY got old quick and I always felt myself apologizing when guests sat in your hair on the couch). And that said dog should enjoy going to the park and going for a run in the neighborhood (i.e. not a small, fru-fru dog).
And then there's days when I am dog sitting and I ask myself, "Can I really handle the day-to-day responsibilities of a DOG?" Case in point: I'm dog sitting today through Wednesday morning for my professor while she's out of town. Her dog, Baxter, is a small, cute, little tyke:
He is a wild pup who enjoys following me around and begging me to play with him. But I feel guilty leaving him alone and I wonder if that's how I'd be with my own dog. I came over this morning to see him and then had to end up lugging him and his massive cage (once I took it apart) to my apt so the cleaning service could come over here today. I spent the better part of the afternoon at work wondering if he was going crazy in his cage, hoping he hadn't found a way to break out, and stressing out about how I was going to get his cage back apart, bring him home, walk him, feed him, feed myself, and try and find time to exercise. When I would normally hit the gym for a 45 minute lift or a cardio stint, I instead went on a walk around the neighborhood and wore Baxter out. He's now sleeping soundly curled up in a ball.
I think I'd make a good doggy dad. They say they're man's best friend and I'd love owning a dog. As long as a-d above are met. Here's hoping...
Cheers.
And then there's days when I am dog sitting and I ask myself, "Can I really handle the day-to-day responsibilities of a DOG?" Case in point: I'm dog sitting today through Wednesday morning for my professor while she's out of town. Her dog, Baxter, is a small, cute, little tyke:
He is a wild pup who enjoys following me around and begging me to play with him. But I feel guilty leaving him alone and I wonder if that's how I'd be with my own dog. I came over this morning to see him and then had to end up lugging him and his massive cage (once I took it apart) to my apt so the cleaning service could come over here today. I spent the better part of the afternoon at work wondering if he was going crazy in his cage, hoping he hadn't found a way to break out, and stressing out about how I was going to get his cage back apart, bring him home, walk him, feed him, feed myself, and try and find time to exercise. When I would normally hit the gym for a 45 minute lift or a cardio stint, I instead went on a walk around the neighborhood and wore Baxter out. He's now sleeping soundly curled up in a ball.I think I'd make a good doggy dad. They say they're man's best friend and I'd love owning a dog. As long as a-d above are met. Here's hoping...
Cheers.
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