High drama this afternoon when a cat vs squirrel faceoff happened in the garden. She could see it all through the window, but couldn’t get outside to join in. Reader, she went fucking wild.
I’ve had a bit of a freakout today and I’m only 3 days into this dogsitting gig. When I’ve taken her for a walk I’ve been so anxious trying to stop her from eating gum/leaves/chicken bones whatever. I tried to get her away from this jelly swet someone had dropped at the bus stop and she was dragging her paws on the paw in protest. I stopped but she’s only recently recovered from shaving the skin off one of her paws and I was terrified I’d hurt her. I’ve been told to not let her off lead which is fine, but I’m too scared to even extend the lead beyond the bare minimum because I’m worried about what she will find and eat before I can get it out of her mouth.
So that’s on the walk. Today when we got back she got the zoomies, which led to her pinning me down on the sofa and playbiting me. It was only play but I just felt like such a bad guardian not being able to control her, that I ended up crying for about half an hour in the toilet. She’s been really chill ever since but I just feel so, so awful.
TL;DR I should never have taken this gig because I’m not fit to look after a dog, and I’m worried by the time my friends get back from their holidays that I’ll have made the dog sick in some way. I hate this.
You have a lovely big bust
I wish it was mine! Would love a double bass and a cello (and the most beautiful golden retriever in existence) too
Omg I feel like these two should have their own tv show.
their lil faces are genuinely unbearable