I don’t know about you, but this time of year tends to bring out my green thumb. (Disclaimer: that may be a bit of an exaggeration, my thumb is more of a celadon color, at best.)
Sometimes I don’t have a story. Usually everything goes well when I’m pet sitting. Nobody gets sick, runs out the door, or brings in a fuzzy creature for me to chase. Considering how often I spend time with other peoples’ pets, this is probably a good thing. It doesn’t make for a very good story, however. Instead, I thought it might be helpful to understand the human taking care of your beloved pets.