Feral Beast Warms Blogagaard's Icy Heart
I'm housesitting my aunt's huge, rambunctious golden retriever this weekend. So far it's been a little like Turner and Hooch except I'm not a neat freak and there's no crime to fight. Instead we keep each other company, or rather the dog follows me around everywhere I go (including the library) and makes me feel like a rock star hounded by paparazzi. It's pretty intense, actually, I don't know how people stand dogs 24/7 despite how lovable they are. It must alter your psyche in the same way that having children must. I feel guilty writing when I could be petting the dog or walking the dog or hurling baseballs for said dog to fetch.
Hmmm. I don't think I'm ready for a lot of responsability just yet....
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- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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10 comments:
Yes, doggies are oppresively lovable. And needy. This is the same troublemaking dog from a few weeks ago, right?
Best to put off the responsibility for as long as you can. Dogs and kids are around for years. You can't get out of it unless you're a jackass. Stay free, Oppegaard!
Yes, Ms. Dirty, it's the same trouble maker as before. As soon as the alarm went off today it was ON, with the dog sniffing and licking and loving me out of bed before I even knew what the hell was happening.
Thanks, Captain, I'll do my best. Love is a velvet snare, or something.
The good thing about house/dog sitting for my aunt is A) she has way more booze than I even do B) she has cable, which I've never had no matter where I've lived C) she has a nice Amazon rainfall shower head and a shower stall as big as my closet, maybe bigger and D) She lives three blocks from my apartment/hole in the ground. I look forward to walking home drunk from her famous Christmas Eve party. Something Dirty, you can go to said party with me and I will only refer to you as Something Dirty.
Your aunt will be terrible impressed, I'm sure. "So, Something, what do you do?"
mmm, booze.
You can also say you blog a lot, and she can stare blankly at you. And then you can say, WHY HAVE YOU PURCHASED YOUR LIFE FROM A CATALOGUE?
She will have no response to that, my friend.
I can't wait!
It's Saturday night now. Ruby just drank some water. I might watch a movie. This is the exciting life of dog watching at its finest.
The last time I cat-sat for a friend, I told everyone I was having a party at his house. I'm not sure if anyone showed up.
you must be psychic. I had a party on Friday night. Four people showed up who weren't me! Good times.
wait, I was counting me. Three people. Three people showed up.
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