As an animal lover, knowing that an animal wants to spend time near me feels like the equivalent of winning the lottery. I’m that person who will go to a party and hang out with the dog. I’m far more comfortable around animals than humans, so if an animal chooses to spend time with me as opposed to other nearby humans, well, I can’t think of any greater honor.
At first glance, pet sitting seems like an easy job. You show up in someone’s beautiful home, you lovingly care for their pet, and then you go away, always leaving the place a little better than you found it (if possible — some houses are spotless to begin with!).
I have always admired people who knew what they wanted to do from a young age. In my youth, my choices included astronaut, marine photographer, Air Force pilot, and a few other things I was even less-suited for. (Due to having a smidge of claustrophobia, all of those careers would have been disastrous.)
Cats are weird. I’m just going to put that out there right now, in case anyone thought that because I’m an animal lover (and a “crazy cat lady”) I have some sort of rose-colored glasses on that make me not able to see the true nature of cats.
There are animals who come into our lives and remind us how lucky we are. Either they touch our hearts because they are so kind and are exactly what we didn’t know we needed in a companion, or they have an indomitable spirit that makes us want to be better humans because we see that no matter what happens to them, they never lose their enthusiasm for life.
“Craig loves his dog.” I looked down at my notes, and discovered that I had scrawled this down, and then underlined it several times.
Here and there and everywhere
That pile’s got a clump of hair.
Here is some with lots of grass
Any more details would just be crass.
Lisbon boys basketball team robbed the Wolverines den for an 80-32 win on Jan. 5, led by DJ Douglass with 36 points, including seven 3-pointers. Haiden Dunning led Wiscasset with 17 points.
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.