Ok all you dog lovers—this is Stella. Stella doesn’t really like it when I play the piano, but she doesn’t seem to mind if I write a blog post. Stella is in my care for the week. My former boss is out of town, and like many of my former bosses, he knows the best place to kennel his favorite canine is at my house. She may return home with a few more bad habits, but you know for sure she was showered with love and affection.
For all those of you that have been cheering for me to get a new puppy, I’m not sure this is convincing me. She is incredibly cute, amazingly cuddly, and really well behaved for such a young pup. But taking care of a puppy is a full-time job! When she’s awake holding her stuffed puppy in her mouth, I chase her around chanting, “I’m gonna getcha.” When she tires of that, I play tug of war with her and when I win, I throw it across the yard shouting, “go get it,” while she gallops through the grass. Actually, it’s not a gallop; it’s more like a bunny hop.
When she’s asleep, I try to do quiet things that won’t wake her up, like writing a blog post, not piano, as I mentioned earlier. I even have to make an appointment to take a shower. I need Doug to make sure she’s not doing anything naughty while I’m not around. So just like with a job, I’m squeezing all the normal parts of my life into the space that fits someone else’s schedule. All while making sure she doesn’t pee on the carpet.
Ok, she’s a pretty cute boss and it’s way more fun than sitting at a desk eight hours a day. But you know what I mean. It’s a little limiting. Oh, and a lot exhausting.
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