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7 AMAZING TIPS GUARANTEED TO GIVE YOU A GREAT HOUSE-SITTING CAREER

7 AMAZING TIPS GUARANTEED TO GIVE YOU A GREAT HOUSE-SITTING CAREER Did you know you can save money while travelling as a house sitter or a pet sitter? Well, you can! So sit tight because in this article, I will show you how, through the wonderful professions of house-sitting and pet sitting, you can travel the world watching over other people’s homes and pets while spending less! Also, if you…

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#406 Dr. Doolittle

I’m tempted to start this post off with “this is the strangest house sitting gig I’ve ever had”, but don’t want to foreshadow future gigs.  Let’s just say it’s the strangest one to date.

As I sit in the kitchen of this rather interesting A-Frame house in the middle of a very rural area; I can turn my head and see one cat on the counter, where the food bowls are.  I can look down and see another cat lying on the slate floor.  A slight pivot and I see another one lying up against the cabinet. Another just passed thru my legs and is now poised to jump on the counter when the other cat is finished. Cast my eyes dead ahead and I see another lurking around the fireplace.  Now, the one that finished eating is sitting… on the counter… in the midst of clean dishes I have drying.  Yet another (I will call him Yowler) is currently engaged in his favorite past time which is pawing at the kitchen window… AND SCREAMING.  Much as he did all day yesterday and most of last night into the early hours.  I was using the bathroom this morning and heard some sad meowing… could not figure out where it was coming from… and then I realized one of the cats had been closed up in the bedroom overnight by accident.  Woops.  I think that covers the cats.  No, wait… there is another upstairs shredding the furniture.  You can’t mistake that sound.  

I think that covers all the cats.

I am also sharing space with a Rescue Pitbull.  Barky, I shall call him (his name is Max)  For, no matter how many times he sees me, no matter how many times he wanders over for a scratch behind the ears… the moment I stand up, he starts a volley of barking that could peel paint.  No matter where I am in the house, if I go to pet him, he runs in the other direction. I have no idea what the people who had him before did to him… but, it must have been epic.

Then, there is Olive the One Eyed Wonder Dog; very sweet, hound-mix… “keep her on her leash” was the suggestion… “she has a tendency to wander off.  No major deal if you forget, but just keep it in mind.”  Makes sense… superior sense of smell and one eye.  What could possibly go wrong?  Let me tell you what can go wrong.  I finally uncurled myself from the lounge-y, divan-y thing upstairs because I couldn’t take the yowling any longer this morning.  At 6:00. Down stairs I go, grab leashes and the dogs go nuts.  Pittie shows complete abandon and darts for the door, jumping excitedly.  Completely forgetting he just cussed me out moments before for walking to the sink.

Out we go in the light of the morning.  It’s already humid.  I think to myself...it’s early, no harm… I let her off the least… previously she has shown NO signs of leaving the immediate vicinity, so I’m not worried.  Error in judgement.  Off she goes down the steep driveway at a merry clip, oblivious to my please to “get the motherfuck back here!!”  So, naturally… Trainwreck Pittie starts barking.  It’s 6am.  There are some neighbors.  I am cursing myself for being so reckless… imagining the One Eyed Wonder trotting onto a busy road. I finally capture her and haul her back up the driveway and Max won’t come.  Dammit.

Mind you, this dog hates me/loves me, no rhyme or reason, I have no idea which dog I’m frantically calling this morning:  Devil Dog or Precious Pup.  I just hope one of his personalities pays attention so I can get him back in the house. And, he does come… and I breathe easier.

Did I mention that in order to get out of the house you have to shoo Yowler away from the door?  I didn’t close the inside door completely, but secured the screen door and that little fuck opened the door in a desperate bid to gain freedom.

Same ritual on the way back in, just have to use a combination of water bottle and hand vacuum to scare him off.  The hand vac is right inside the door for that exact purpose.  Thankfully, it worked.  I am told that he used to go outside on a regular basis, but there are coyotes and they have taken out a couple of cats previously.  I’ll tell ya, though… at 2-3-4-5am, I was damn tempted to pick him up by the throat and toss him outside, yelling “come and get ‘im, boys!”

While I was rallying the troops outside this morning, the Rooster (yes, you read that right) was crowing.  His name is Gracie.  He lives out back in the coop with 7 chickens.  I visited with them yesterday and hand fed them some mealworms.  They loved ‘em.  There are also, eggs.  Cool, huh? Needless to mention I suppose, but the chickens are no trouble at all.  I would prefer just to pet sit chickens from now on.

I can just see the folks coming back to substantially less in the way of animals than when they left.  Explain that one, Mike.  You know you don’t want to give their money back…

The people are quite nice, fairly young, hippie couple that needed a day away from the Zoo so they could go to a music festival.  I’m worried they won’t come back after tasting freedom.

The house is an older structure, kinda funky, but decent.  Hey, they have NetFlix.

I managed to get a decent shower this morning, being mindful that anywhere I set anything down was going to get slathered in cat hair.  My laptop has hair on it and in it.

You know, the reason I like to pet sit is because it gives me a chance to experience having pets.  But, I gotta tell ya… I’m not sure I could do it.  These folks, bless ‘em… the let these animals have free reign… talk about not being able to have nice things.

But, I think they are better people than I be… imagine opening your home to animals that need love and safety.  

And, then you hire Joan Crawford to come and sit with them….

[journeyintowriting]

Writing Prompt: Pet Sit

Your characters have been charged with pet sitting an animal they may not be used to.

[wildlylived]

Brace yourself. The first rule of petsitting is:

There will always be poop, urine, vomit, and other noxious animal expulsions to clean up.

While this may sound like a big, fat DUH to most of you, you’d be surprised how many times people think only of snuggling with cute puppies and fluffy kitties and maybe throwing a handful of food down now and again. In reality, while those are some of the best perks of the biz, there’s an awful lot of hairball mucus and loose stools to clean up.

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Beastie #1

Beastie #2

Like the time one of these two adorable beasties decided to vomit all over the bench that the household shoes were stored under. But a bench, I hear you thinking. Didn’t that protect the shoes? Well, this particular bench had slats in it, and so the shoes had to be removed one-by-one, gently cleaned, and laid out to dry.

Or the time the owners promised me that their dog had a bladder of iron, only come to find out that while that held true for the daytime, the dog would quietly pee in a corner of their basement during the night. For several nights in a row. On the white carpet. Behind some furniture so that it wasn’t discovered for days on end.

Even when all the animals are doing all of the right BMs at the right time in the right places (preferably out of doors under a bush somewhere), cleaning up after them is still not a pleasant task.

One of the adorable lapdogs.

For instance, when I was taking care of two adorable lapdogs in a three-story house built on a hillside. With limited outdoor bathroom space around, the owners had solved this problem by putting artificial turf on the roof of the first story, which was accessible from the second story, sort of like a small deck. The door to that deck would remain open during the night, letting in a gentle breeze and the smell of urine and feces. Every morning, my job was to go outside, collect the solid pieces to throw away, and hose down the roof and turf to try to get rid of the acrid stench. Fun!

So, remember, the next time you offer to petsit for your friend/neighbor/stranger, there is more than cuddles/snuggles involved. I recommend bringing some disposable gloves, poop bags, and a bottle of organic, pet-friendly cleaner along, just in case.

The First Rule of Petsitting... Brace yourself. The first rule of petsitting is: There will always be poop, urine, vomit, and other noxious animal expulsions to clean up.

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