Pants, pants, PANTS!

I’m house/pet sitting for my boss, K., right now. 1 cat, 1 dog and 2 hermit crabs. Today I have been studying and doing shit tons of free laundry. It pains me to pump precious quarters into public washers and dryers. Strange hairs and the plethora of potential germs are almost enough to make me break out in hives. Someday I’ll know I’ve arrived when I have my own personal washer and dryer. But enough about my germ phobic tendencies, to the pets…

Here kitty, kitty
K.’s 5 year old daughter named their cat after me (I’m not quite sure how to take that as he is a boy).

He is independent but enjoyable to have around on his terms. When he’s tired of running amuck outside and ready for attention he crawls into my lap while I knit.

He even plays with the dog. I haven’t seen a dog and cat play together like that since my own dog and cat as a little girl. It’s way cute.

A dog to covet
Then there’s Buddy dog, 4 year old pound puppy wonder. They think he might be a greyhound/lab mix. He is sleek and lanky. The kind of obedient, good natured dog that makes me wish for one of my own. I am so falling for him.

When K.’s daughter became mobile Buddy played nanny. He would bark for K. when her daughter would crawl or walk from the room. Too. Fucking. Cute.

When I need a study break I go outside to throw the ball for Buddy. If I jump up and down like Rumpelstiltskin while the ball is in his mouth he does spastic, bowlegged figure eights around me.

The only thing he’ll chew are dog toys and balls. He will carry around (but not chew) shoes, stuffed animals or baby dolls.

Boring
Then there are the hermit crabs. Original child given names of Hermy and Crabby. The only pets in the house I could potentially have in my own home. But they are SO boring, why would I want to?

No fetch during study breaks.
No emotional attachment or excitement over treats.
And certainly no cuddling up in lap while I knit.