My dog sitting drama...

This is a copy of an email I sent to my cousin Julie in February of 2006. Me, my dog, my 5 cats, and my bird, lived with her, and her dog (Bogey) for about 4 months or so before I moved to Tennessee. I don't know why it just popped into my head, but it did, and I thought I'd put it on here to share...

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Hey Julie! So, I have a story for you…

I’m watching Judy’s dogs for her for a couple of days. She’s got two Labs. A gold one, and a chocolate one. The gold one, Amber, I’ve watched before, she’s very gentle, she’s Tasha’s age. You might remember meeting her. Sooooo sweet. And gets along with the cats for the most part. The chocolate one, Molly, is three years old, still a puppy, moves quickly, y’know – all the things that freak cats out. Puppies, quick movements, etc….

So, I think I have the house pretty much “baby-proofed” – shoes off the floor – knic knacs above shoulder level – cats are confined to one room with the baby gate up. Cool. I’m pretty proud of myself…

When Judy gets here, I shut the door to the cat’s room, so they don’t accidentally pop out and get surprised by crazy dog Molly. After the dogs have been in the house for about a half hour and are starting to calm down, I open the door to the cat’s room – still divided by the baby gate – to let them know, hey… this is why you’re locked in here. See the dogs?!!! Right.

Move forward about a half hour… I let the dogs out in the back yard. I go out with them and play a little, smoke a cigarette… chill. I come back in, the dogs come back in… I see Millie on my bed, on the other side of the house from their “safe” room. Me, not even f*&%$ing thinking… I go and grab Millie to put her back in her room…

I get about half way across the house, when Molly spots Millie in my arms.

Millie starts just a hissin’, Molly starts a barking, Lynx rushes out of the room to save the f&*%$ing day. Because that’s what Lynx does, because she’s freaking Underdog… I grab Molly by the rough of her neck and make her sit still and shut up, I have Millie in my other hand, holding her like a football. A very furry, hissing, PEEING down my side, f*&%ing football. Then I notice Molly is ultra silent, and I notice Lynx. She’s big as a house, fur sticking out everywhere, tail fluffed out to 3x it’s width. She has her claw stuck in Molly’s a$$…

Poor Molly. Her face is just soooo sad. She’s defeated, “Ok Miss Natalie, I’m sitting still, and I’m being good, but what’s that sticking in my a$$?” Lynx’ eyes are as big as saucers. She wants me to help her get her paw un-stuck from this monster’s a$$. I still have a hissing, growling, peeing cat in my other hand. I let go of Molly, hoping like hell she doesn’t turn around to see why her a$$ hurts so much. I throw Millie over the baby gate, into her room. I come back, kneel down, hugging Molly and pushing Lynx back, back, back, UN-stuck. Whew…

I had to share this one with you, who knows how many times this happened to Bogey while we were at work… huh?

Hope this made you smile. I love you! Take care and I’ll talk to you later.

Natalie
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