Dogpile

This weekend I'm dog-sitting for a friend. Her three dachsunds Emma, Bella, and Joey. It's been a while since I've cared after dogs, so it's nice to have these guys over for the weekend. They're just a bit...energetic. In fact, Emma's freaking neurotic and Bella's a little princess/attention whore. But Joey's cool. He's a mellow dude, and I like him. The girls have surely figured out that I already picked him as my favorite. And for good reason. They had been with me for no more than three hours when the two girls escaped from my backyard. I had only stepped inside for a brief second and when I came back out, all I saw was Joey staring back at me with this inquisitive look, "Why did they leave me?" With some coaxing, Emma came crawling back and was sent immediately to her prison cell. On the other hand, Bella led me on a chase around the block before she decided that even confinement in prison was better than status as fresh roadkill. Good girl. Off to the cage with you.

And so I'm sure this will be an interesting weekend. Tomorrow I'll have over some dinner guests of the human variety. I'll try to remember not to throw rawhide at them.