Dog Sitting

That's right. Dog sitting. A real dog. For a week. I can almost hear the combined gasps, then laughter, from everyone that knows Jon. For those that don't, my husband is not what you would call a "dog person". Nor is he someone that you would call a "pet person". He is into low maintenance items in our house, it is even a struggle sometimes to get him to agree to plants. So when our friends were headed to a tropical vacation in Brazil and called us a couple nights before they were going to fly out to see if we could watch the pup, I was as shocked as you are that Jon agreed. Even though I insist that at some point in our lives we will have a dog, I concede that it is really hard to have a dog in an apartment. I have actually underestimated how difficult this is. We live on the 4th floor of our building and across a 6 lane road from a park, so it is quite a production to take a dog out for a walk.

In comes Katie, a 3-year old tiny little poodle-type dog, to live with us for a week. She is a pleasant little pup that is content to hang out with you all day. She does a good job of telling you when she needs to go out and is easy to walk once she's outside. Her likes: food, the couch, walks, barking, Sham-Wow (for some reason she loves to lay on a folded Sham-Wow). Dislikes: being alone, the elevator in our building, loud noises.

Although the week has been fun, I don't think it has converted Jon into a dog person. It has also taught me that getting a dog will have to wait until after we own a home with a yard, this apartment-pet thing is for the birds.