Months ago I wanted to kick something off my bucket list, something that I’ve always wanted to do since a kid.
So I posted an ad on my local Facebook group page and I got an offer to walk a puppy. His name is Snoop. Named after the rapper but his name is what he is. I come about every week to visit this dog, on the third week I meet the owner’s kid. A thirteen no good brat, but we all hang out together, including my husband. Every week we get together and I hate to say that I’ve grown a bit attached to the two brats.
Snoop’s family has been in a bit of financial trouble since they arrived in this small city, but we’ve been helping them as much as we can. We ended up hosting a surprise birthday dinner and having their kid eat Thanksgiving dinner with us.
Snoop got big enough to chew apart the tarp outside that was restraining him so we ended up having him over for a week, and it was great. But I have to admit for some reason I expect him to be right by my bedside like usual, because I’ll wake up early trying to find him, only to find he isn’t there. I’m not sure how I ended up dog and kid sitting, it just happened. I’m always worried about him because their owners don’t really take care of him, they let his poop pile up, and restrain him to a small space. They barely take him on any walkies which makes sad, and I know I shouldn’t because it’s not my dog. But I guess I’ve been getting too attached.