I’ll let you in on a little secret.
If you think that dog sitting means that you sit around while the dogs go about their daily business, you are dead wrong.
After a few days of plying Abelard & Heloise (aka Abe ‘n Weezy) with cookies & love, here’s what I now know it means:
The Dogs Sit – and you run circles around them.
You also pat them.
You rub their tummies.
You brush their hair.
You rustle through their long fur looking for ticks to pick out.
You regularly refresh their water.
You talk to them.
You assure them that only 4 sleeps remain (then, 3, 2 and 1) before pop ‘n pop return home.
You rub ointment on their skin and assure them it’ll all be better soon.
You rub the skin under their chins until it gets chafed.
You take them for a walk – which is never as long as they’d like it to be.
You hold a staring competition with the younger one, finally giving up, letting her win gold.
You let them sidle up near you while you practice yoga.
You let them slide under your downward dog* – because now that you’re inverted, what choice do you really have?
You allow them to plunk themselves down on the top half of your yoga mat.
And you finish up your practice halfway off the mat.
You break up cookies and feed them, measuring carefully so as to give them perfectly equal shares. They’ll know if you’ve distributed the goods unequally.
You empty their water bowl and refill it anew.
You dry them down when they’re drenched from the torrential downpour.
You wrap the grey-bearded one tightly in his thunder-shirt, to ward off anxiety.
You let them sleep on the bed. With you.
You also concede defeat when they settle down, sphinx-like, atop your pillow. The same one you’re trying to sleep on.
You know they will do anything but sit when they sniff a dog or cat – even if that animal is on the other side of the rice fields, hundreds of meters away.
You know they must be true Bali dogs – because they ignore the gecko that fell to the floor and the huge beetle flailing about inches from their feet.
You let them slobber all over you, which is a good sign – yes, JS! – that you are very well licked.
* For the record, when doggies do their stretch, it’s not a downward dog; it’s child pose (with paws outstretched).
I bet that they’ve absolutely LOVED having you look after them. Sounds like a win win to me! 😀
Hope so! First they pined for their dads… now they’re sticking to me like glue because they see signs of my imminent departure. Smart pups 😉
All so true. And with my dog in the winter I feel sorry she is cold and lift up the duvet for to her get under and be warm. That’s greyhounds for you.
How sweet and thoughtful of you Alex!
Boy, if that is not the truth!!