So, Adrian is ticked at me. I told a friend that I would take care of her dog while she went away for the weekend, and he’s not pleased. And I knew that he wouldn’t be pleased, either. Now, I’m going to suffer for it this weekend. Her dog, while lovely in her own way, is a tad excitable. And she barks…loudly. She runs away, too, so I’m going to have to tie her up when I let her out. Adrian says she chases Max, but I don’t remember that. She does bother Cleo, though. She seems to want to play, but Cleo is over 10 yrs old and doesn’t want to play. And…she has humongous poos! I mean, they almost look like they come from a horse! So why did I say yes, you ask? Because I felt like I couldn’t say no. No one else would take her dog. She’d do it for me, and I feel like you should be there for your friends when they need you. I wish I’d said no, but it’s too late now. I could have said, “Your dog doesn’t get along with my animals”. I wish that I’d even thought of that response. Adrian says that I didn’t think this through very much, and I suppose he’s right. How bad can it be though? Taking care of a dog for 3 or 4 days…I guess I’ll let y’all know in 3 or 4 days, right?! I pick her dog up tonight, and she gets home late Monday night.
It’ll just be my luck that this will be the one day my friend decides to read my blog! He he he. Hopefully, she’ll be too busy packing because my friend is awesome. It’s not her fault I didn’t say no.