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Vacation: Housesitting: Day 1

Posted: May 23rd, 2010 | Author: | Tags: | 3 Comments »

Came to the house straight from work for my first hours of duty:
The animals look suspicious. They keep staring at me as I wander around the house, exploring my new living situation for the next 6 days. They think I’m a dope.

15 minutes later
The dog seems to like me. Perhaps he, unlike the cats, understands that I’m the reason he’s going to eat this week. Lying on the floor by my feet right now. The cats are watching him. Their eyes are calling him a traitor.

Left to go back to the apartment to pack some clothes for the next few days
Came back two hours later and they’re all in the same spot. I think they’re up to something.

10 minutes later
I think the dog just farted.

Dog’s still lying next to me on the floor by the couch
I’m going to get Teddy (dog) to respond to “Tedster” by the end of the week.

Nearing bedtime
Cat just tried to get into a package of Oreos. Nuh uh.

The Tedster normally sleeps in the master bedroom, but w nobody occupying it, we moved one of his beds (right, dude’s got muliltiple beds throughout the house!) to the basement in case his sleeping preference was dictated not by room choice but by proximity to human beings. So he comes lumbering downstairs, sniffs something and catches the trail like the best of crime-fighting dogs, chases the trail around the basement, and winds up on his mat. He spins around, sniffing and getting to know the mat, as if to say “how did this get here?! I have the same one up stairs? Where did this come from?!” before plopping down and falling asleep.

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3 Comments on “Vacation: Housesitting: Day 1”

  1. 1 don said at 3:50 pm on May 23rd, 2010:

    Make no mistake: The cats know you are the reason they are going to eat. They are just not impressed . . as they just expected that no one would dare to allow them to go unattended.

  2. 2 Deborah said at 1:46 am on May 28th, 2010:

    Hi, it’s Teddy. I don’t like the name “Tedster”; It’s quite de-liberating, and the reason I found my new cozy spot is because I left a gift for you elsewhere.

  3. 3 Pete said at 5:07 pm on May 28th, 2010:

    @ Deborah – The Tedster loves me! This morning, after Kelsey went to work, he came over and slept on my feet.

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