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Just a Thought - My adventures in dog sitting
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"Not Grandma" did an awesome job.

My daughter and her boyfriend wanted a puppy. That was a little over a year ago. As is my custom, I urged them to go to Warren County Animal Control and Adoption Center. I can’t imagine buying a puppy from a breeder when there are so many awesome pets in need of good homes waiting for adoption. 

In fact, for the last 20 or more years, all my animals have been rescues. I’ve adopted from Animal Control, found them injured or they found me, and some (like Stan Lee) have just shown up at my house to protect me from falling leaves. While some I’ve nursed back to health and found good homes, others I’ve kept.

Princess, as she would be named, was a cute little puppy. Merissa referred to me as “grandma” and I jokingly replied, “I’m not grandma.” Be careful your word usage. Since that time, I’ve been referred to as “Not Grandma.” Adorable, right? I stopped rolling my eyes months ago.

Princess was little, but that wore off quickly. She grew and grew and grew. The vet said she was a mixed Great Pyrenees. That news wasn’t welcome. Females can be 80-90 pounds. Within a very short time, she was as tall as my dog. Baby is an American Bulldog and weighs 85 pounds. Now, she’s slightly taller than Baby.

While I have my affectionate name, Princess has hers. People would ask me what kind of dog she is and I couldn’t remember. So, I started to call her a Great Pain in the Butt (mentally to myself) and that helped me remember. True story, and something I’ve never told my daughter. She knows now. 

They wanted a vacation and Not Grandma offered to dog sit. I really couldn’t imagine putting her in a kennel. I would never kennel Baby, if given another option. While I’m sure they’d take care of her, I’m absolutely sure the best person for that job is me.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Three days with two large dogs, a full-time job and government meetings on two of those evenings. 

Princess has to be leashed at all time when she’s outside. Baby, if you are watching her, won’t leave the yard. A Great Pyrenees will take off. So, I walked her outside twice in the morning before work, twice in the evening before meetings, and at least three times at night. Stan Lee would follow along behind us meowing his head off. Priceless. 

We only had one oops. Princess had been attempting to get at something on the other side of the street. I always prevented it. She successfully wiggled out of her collar once and darted across the street to quickly gobble up whatever it was. I’m sure it was something disgusting. Dogs have that tendency. 

All in all, Not Grandma did a great job and we were both happy to see her parents return.

Standard reporter Lisa Hobbs can be reached at 473-2191.