Saturday, August 16, 2008.....
The week of dogsitting is over. I'm a bit saddened by it. Clyde, although a prince, was an incredibly sweet dog. During his stint at doggie day camp, a.k.a my house, this is what I learned:
- Dogs can be high maintenance even when they look low maintenance (Clyde had a very sweet face) --- wet lawns = "you're crazy if you think I'm getting my delicate paws wet"
- I didn't know I was so fascinating. I have to let my fiance in on this secret...although, I don't want him to follow me from room to room. Even by week's end, Clyde still felt the need to try to follow me into my bathroom {note: this did not happen, privacy and the fact I have a 4x5 bathroom would be the reasons}
- Dog parks are great; small dogs have napolean complexes just like some little men do. I live near a great dog park and we met some great dogs (black lab, rotties, labadoodle), but it was the short little sausage dog that gave us attitude and snapped at Clyde's nose. They always say pets look like their owners, and, in this case, it was true.
- Clyde is smarter than I thought. When I went to pick up my wedding invites yesterday, I left him at home. I closed the bedroom, office and bathroom doors. When I got home, no Clyde to be found. My first thought, OMG, I lost this dog. I was dog sitting for a friend who was the main dog sitter (best example of outsourcing I've seen to date). However, she left Clyde alone for a couple of hours and Clyde voiced his discomfort at being alone. The neighbors left her a note and came over to talk to her about his barking. I really thought Clyde would be barking when I got home because of this story, but nothing. My thoughts began to trail off...how did he get out and where did he go? Turns out that Clyde was in the bathroom. He remembered that I would close the door on him for privacy and probably figured I was behind the closed door. He headbutted his way in and because I have a very small bathroom (thank you 1949 CT Cape Cod houses) he probably closed the door by trying to move around in the room.
Clyde is very lovable and it reinforces how much I miss having a pet.
j
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Prince Clyde
Tuesday, August 12, 2008.....
Clyde will be coming to my house for the rest of the week. He is truly a sweet dog, but man, is he high maintenance.
He can not be alone. He followed me where ever I went in my very small house. I now know how my friends with toddlers felt when trying to get a little privacy in the bathroom. Clyde would have come in the room with me, if I had let him.
He also doesn't like to get his paws wet. We went outside after the storm, he did his business and immediately turned around to come in. Earlier, when dry out, he was enjoying the outdoors.
At the end of the day, I forced him to come out with me again. The rain had stopped, it had been sunny for a spell and things were drying up. He decides that the middle of the street is the perfect place to stand for a bit and then plop himself down to rest. Never mind any passing cars. Luckily, my street is not very busy, but still a car did go around him. I think I was in shock at how bold this dog was. After the car, I promptly moved him. It was obvious that moving cars, things that could kill him were of no importance to him.
Clyde is a very sweet dog. I guess having had a cat for 18 years made me forget that animals really do love to be with humans. All.... The.... Time.
Clyde will be coming to my house for the rest of the week. He is truly a sweet dog, but man, is he high maintenance.
He can not be alone. He followed me where ever I went in my very small house. I now know how my friends with toddlers felt when trying to get a little privacy in the bathroom. Clyde would have come in the room with me, if I had let him.
He also doesn't like to get his paws wet. We went outside after the storm, he did his business and immediately turned around to come in. Earlier, when dry out, he was enjoying the outdoors.
At the end of the day, I forced him to come out with me again. The rain had stopped, it had been sunny for a spell and things were drying up. He decides that the middle of the street is the perfect place to stand for a bit and then plop himself down to rest. Never mind any passing cars. Luckily, my street is not very busy, but still a car did go around him. I think I was in shock at how bold this dog was. After the car, I promptly moved him. It was obvious that moving cars, things that could kill him were of no importance to him.
Clyde is a very sweet dog. I guess having had a cat for 18 years made me forget that animals really do love to be with humans. All.... The.... Time.
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