Adventures In Dog-Sitting
Monday, August 21st, 2006This past weekend we got to dog sit. Under our care was a 70 lb English Bulldog…named Tiffany. Even though Bulldogs look tough, they are incredibly docile, gentle dogs and Tiffany was no exception. She never barked (except little tiny barks while she dreamed), never growled and literally panted with joy when you pet her.
Unfortunately, our ability to pet her was greatly hindered by the fact that Friday night, upon letting her explore the house, she realized that she could slither under our bed. That’s where she spent about 95% of her time here. When it came time to take her for a walk or feed her, we literally had to reach under the bed and drag her by the paws. She wouldn’t resist, she’s far too docile for that. She’d just lay there like a lump while we dragged her across the carpet, as if to say “No, I don’t want to come out. But you gotta do what you gotta do.” The fun didn’t end there though. Once she was out, we still had to fight to get her to stand up, and then once she stood up, she’d refuse to even take a step. You could tug on her leash all you wanted, but she’d just stand firm, and occasionally pull a 180 and try to slither back under the bed. The only way to get her out without dragging her, we discovered, was to have Kathleen meow.
Despite her laziness, subbornness, and the fact that she slobbered everywhere, she was a great houseguest (the first we’ve had since Kathleen moved in) and we both agree the house feels empty without her here.
Edit: After it was astutely pointed out to me that the description makes Kathleen sound like my cat, I will state clearly here for anyone who may be reading this who does NOT know me in real life that Kathleen is my wonderful live-in girlfriend. She was merely making a meowing sound.
