Friday, July 30, 2010

A Woman in her Thirties Dogsits

I realize that some women in their twenties dogsit, but I was never one of those women. I reluctantly watched Carlos the Cat while K lived in Switzerland for a summer, but let's just say I'm pretty sure Carlos was unhappy with that deal. Pet-sitting is new territory for me.

Meet Walter:Walter is my friend K's dog, and he comes from the same shelter as Dan:The resemblance is striking, no? The same furrowed brow, the same expressive ears... In my mathematically challenged brain, one Daniel plus another dog that may or may not be related to Daniel equals two Daniels. Right? Wrong.

The last couple of weeks have been eye opening for me. While Walter likes pooping on trees, Daniel prefers wide open spaces. Walter likes sleeping on the bed, Dan likes is own sleeping space. Walter is totally okay sharing attention, Dan not so much. Daniel loves other dogs, Walt has trust issues. Walter is perfectly content having little kids pet him all day, Daniel is a little leery of little people. It must have been how my Mom felt with two daughters so close in age-- how could they be so different?

The reality is that, despite the differences, it's been fun having two dogs around. I get all kinds of cute play pictures:

And dress up becomes more fun:
How great is that look on Daniel's face? He's like, 'Jeez, Mom, you're embarrassing me.'

So I guess when a woman in her thirties dogsits, it's kind of like life. One plus one still equals two, and while two doesn't necessarily means the same, two almost always means better.

3 comments:

  1. Makes me want to go out and get a Daniel AND a Walter immediately!! So cute. And yeah, thank God Lindsey was there to oversee the cat-sitting that summer many years ago (11 years!!). Poor Carlos...

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  2. Dan and Walt! Haha! Daniel sooo can't wait until Chewy gets here so you can dress her up instead. Such cute pictures though. :)

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  3. Aww, they DO look like siblings! In fact, they remind me of me and L. I'm the...fluffier...Walter, and L. is Daniel. L and I never bared our teeth at each other like that, while we were playing, though.

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