Some friends asked me to house-sit for them this week. They have two dogs on the opposite ends of the life spectrum. Mary Lu is a 15-year-old golden lab who is blind and deaf. She is sweet and very slow moving.

Mary Lu headshot

Esther, on the other hand, is the embodiment of an Apache Junction crystal meth user who’s just had a Sonic 44-ounce limeade for breakfast. On top of her Captain Crunch. The year-old weimaraner literally bounces off the walls. It’s like taking care of a cartoon dog — one that simply never stops moving.

Esther in action

Thankfully she is damn cute. Otherwise the whole “waking me up at 3 am to play thing” would be a lethal mistake.

Esther black and white

I told Shanlee and Tom of my previous dog-sitting adventures. There was the time the Basset hounds got into the homeowner’s bathroom (which I was supposed to keep locked. My bad.) and ate her makeup. What they didn’t eat, they spread all over themselves and the rugs. There is nothing like coming home to two guilty dogs with purple sparkly eye shadow covering their snouts — canine coke feigns.

Then there was the time the lab puppy I was watching got into a Costco-sized container of chocolate-covered espresso beans. That error led to the house being recarpeted and a very expensive vet bill. Thankfully the pooch didn’t die. I nearly did of embarrassment when the owners returned.

Shanlee was amused by my stories, but still wanted me to stay. I happily agreed. Their home is incredible and she gave me free reign of her craft room and wine fridge. (A one-way ticket to my heart.) The woman’s got supplies. Lots and lots of supplies. These paired with a nice white wine and a I was a card-making machine.

the benefit of being a dog sitter

Her workspace has left me very envious. I’m thinking I need a peg board. Imagine the organizational opportunities…

Off to care for the doggies,