Dog Sitting for Sister


I love my sister.
Even after this weekend.

I got one of those emergency calls that family sometimes make. My sister’s family suddenly needed to make a trip that would take them out of town for the weekend. They couldn’t get space in the kennel at such late notice . Would I be willing to drive the 90 miles with my dogs and stay in her home with the whole dog crew?


 Being of only limited common sense I immediately agreed.

I neglected to bring my camera with so I will share some more generic pictures so you have an idea of the cast of characters involved in this merry ol’ weekend.


Not-charlie but Charlie looking dog

There was the newest member of the group, my nephews adopted little mixed breed dog Charlie.


Rosie is a Black Lab, but this isn’t her

Their middle dog is a year old Black Lab, Rosie.


This Chocolate Lab looks like Jadey

Their oldest is Chocolate Lab, Jadey.


The real Lil

There was my Yellow Lab, Lil.


THE Gracie

Of course, Gracie.


Jenny


Bogart look-alike

Now Jenny has my parents wrapped around her paw and they decided she couldn’t be subjected to so many younger dogs and so she must go across town and stay with them and their senior Boxer, Bogart.

 So after a brief couple of hours with six dogs, I was already down to five. Way to streamline!


Someone else who got six dogs together, but probably didn’t try and house sit with them

Unfortunately, Charlie and Rosie have never really been separated from their family before and this meant they were a little out of sorts. Charlie decided to selectively mark a few things. Rosie decided to bark. A lot.


Recent study shows dogs often bark from separation anxiety

We were all in a middle class, standard ranch house with fenced yards in front and back. Rosie is not allowed in the front yard, because it has finally been rehabilitated after she transformed it from lush lawn to something that looked like a desert full of holes left by stray meteorites. Rosie is why there is now a special “dog yard” with lots of wood chips in it.

Rosie also had trouble sleeping. She was worried that every time I shifted during the night that this was a possible indicator that I was about to die, leaving her with no one to let her out in the wee hours of the morning. Every time I moved, Rosie jumped up, ran across the hardwood bedroom floor and nosed me to make sure I was till breathing.


Of course, this was monumentally helpful in my whole rest cycle.
Nothing assures sleep like having a Lab’s wet nose stuck in your arm or face at regular intervals during the night.

Overall, things went fine. It might have been a little nicer if during one of the most hot, humid weekends we’ve had so far this summer they’d had time to stick an air conditioner in  window. But nothing brings a pack together like crowding around a fan for the feeling of moving air.

I did visit Jenny in the evening…she seemed blissfully happy to not be staying with the Labs and Charlie. She isn’t a fan of too much roughhousing and I know how she would have responded. She would have barked.

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