In Vertigo in Every day scata

6/10/19
4:57 pm

I’m going to start this entry, but lol don’t expect it to be posted any time soon.

So. um. Lessee....

Wednesday when I went to the GH, J, the husband literally put his hands out like “stop!” when I walked in the door. He said “J the wife wanted me to ask you something and if I don’t ask now, I’ll forget.”
“Okay, shoot!”
“What are you doing Friday through Sunday?”
“Well, I have another dog sitting thing, but they don’t leave till 11-12. Do you guys need me to sit with my dog nieces?”
“Could you? We’d really appreciate it. You’re the only one we trust.”

Their dogs are my favorite dogs out of all the dogs I get to hang out with when I’m working. They’re like family to me lol I was more than happy to dog sit them.

Kianna, a husky and the youngest (5 months I think?) is… well, lol she’s a husky and a puppy. Big time trouble maker. They actually asked if I could take her home to train her. Obviously I can’t do that, and it kind of sucks. I wouldn’t mind training a pupper. Pam is super good at it, too.

So while I was there, I “trained” her on two major things: sit, and “stop biting on your sister!” She was sitting really well for me, and I think she finally got the point that if she didn’t bite the other dogs (she bit Renna bad enough that it abscessed) I wouldn’t put my finger under her tongue, and hold it there by kind of pinching with my thumb under her chin. Standard training move. You don’t do it hard. Hardly any pressure at all is sufficient. Most dogs hate it. I say most because some dogs are just stubborn as hell and don’t care. Unfortunately the family wasn’t home when I left for work. I know they’ll actually work with her. They love their animals with all their heart. Probably why I like them so much.

While I was staying there, I got rid of laundry mountain! I mean, every single piece of clothes washed, dried, and folded. 16 fucking loads of laundry. And yes, I charged them for every one. 10 bucks a load. Wasn’t going to do that many for free.

I then left them a note about adulting. I told them that all the clothes had to be put away, all dirty clothes need to go in a hamper, the winter stuff needs to be put up. I washed the same jacket at least 5 times this year because someone just kept throwing it back on laundry mountain. Said the kids had to clean their bathrooms before I can clean their bathrooms. The boys sinks are fucking gag worthy. They’ve been clogged since I started there. I asked them to get Draino I don’t know how many times. I just refused to clean them. They finally got Draino, but I told them I’m still not cleaning them until they are mostly clean, and handed them a magic eraser.

As for the daughter, she’s been using black bath bombs. Black fucking bath bombs. You can imagine how the tub looks after. So they got a second magic eraser.

I’m not being lazy. I just have limits. The first time I cleaned the black bombed tub, it took me a freakin’ hour. I don’t have a clue how long it’s going to take for me to clean the boys sinks, even after they “clean” them.

I did apologize to J the wife about the note, and she said not to apologize, it all needed to be said.

So now I’m pet sitting two older dogs. Misha is 16, and I think they said Nick is 12. It’s sooo nice to be taking care of two calm dogs. When I went to watch TV last night, I grabbed Nick to sit beside me on the chair. We both fell asleep lol Misha doesn’t like to be held for very long, and does things on her terms. Like, I put her on her blanket on the couch this afternoon. She started barking to get down. I just thought it would be more comfortable for her.

Speaking of TV, I’m going to go watch some. My back is killing me.

Last updated June 12, 2019