At no other time in my life has ‘gone to the dogs’ been more true. I moved to Colorado three weeks ago and am crashing at my sisters house until I find a job and get my own place. Sounds great, right? And it is, but as someone who has worked with only a few vacation days since high school being home is driving me a little batty. My car is still in route from Alaska so I’m pretty stuck.
Enter my companions…
Lindy, the cutest Cairn Terrier around
Abby, my all round mutt with superior soccer playing skills.
Aren’t they cute? Unfortunately Abby and Lindy had a run in that resulted in Lindy needing stitched my second day here and now have to be separated at all times. So I spend my day letting some dogs in and others out. I have even more respect for the folks that run doggy daycares.
I have been watching a lot of the Dog Whisperer http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/dogwhisperer/ trying to pick up any tips I can. I think I am the pack leader but wonder what Cesear would say. He has also helped me remember that they are dogs — not people!— and their feelings are no where near as deep and complex as I give them credit for.