This week I dogsat Cassius while his owners Rob and Alexa were away on their honeymoon. They're gone for a month, but my friends Riki and Erin are alternating dogsitting duty while they're away.
I think Monday night was a bit confusing for Cassius when I stopped the van and moved to the back of it rather than out the door. With his head tilted, he kinda just stared at me blankly as his tail went from full wag to a complete stop. By weeks end he had gotten so use to the routine, that he didn't even bother to run up to the passenger seat anymore. Instead he would just curl up on a pillow near the back of the van.
Aside from a wretched fart Cassius let loose on Wednesday night, the week went by pretty smooth. And it was nasty, I mean REALLY nasty. The kind where you can practically taste it in your mouth. Remember, I'm in a minivan with closed windows (to keep out the mosquitos,) so air doesn't really circulate. I don't think I've ever been more thankful for matches.
and fyi: Cassius is a total bed hog.
I think Monday night was a bit confusing for Cassius when I stopped the van and moved to the back of it rather than out the door. With his head tilted, he kinda just stared at me blankly as his tail went from full wag to a complete stop. By weeks end he had gotten so use to the routine, that he didn't even bother to run up to the passenger seat anymore. Instead he would just curl up on a pillow near the back of the van.
Aside from a wretched fart Cassius let loose on Wednesday night, the week went by pretty smooth. And it was nasty, I mean REALLY nasty. The kind where you can practically taste it in your mouth. Remember, I'm in a minivan with closed windows (to keep out the mosquitos,) so air doesn't really circulate. I don't think I've ever been more thankful for matches.
and fyi: Cassius is a total bed hog.