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It's that time of the month again! ...wait, that doesn't sound right... anyhoo. It's time for me to make one of my patented GC threads that everybody loves! Right?! ...maybe. This post is long, so I've highlighted some of the ...highlights, for those with ADD.

Anyhoo, this weekend, I was in Beaverton, housesitting for my brother and his wife. They have three animals; a chihuahua named Zoee, a miniature greyhound named Izzabella, and a cat named Todd. So yes; two metrosexual dogs (as termed by my brother and his friend. Because those are the kinds of dogs metrosexuals would own, or something. La la la...) They live in a town house, with a garage, a living room/kitchen area above that, and a hall way with bedrooms and such above that. It was kinda cool, because they get a lot more channels than we do, and I got to eat whatever I wanted. However, I was kinda stranded there, with no car, and a vague understanding of where things were around me.

I had some access to the internet for a little while, via their laptop, but in the first night, the cat knocked it off the counter it was on, and the thing that plugged the power adapter in the computer broke, and its battery shortly died thereafter. That cat is a little bastard; one minute, he's growling at me for being relatively near him, and the next minute, he's meowing and wanting me to pet him. Of the dogs, Zoee is like The Brain, and Izzabella is like Pinky. Kind of. (Zoee isn't really that smart. Although as a puppy, she would know when my brother was going to leave, and she'd sit on his suit case, and when he'd hold her, she'd look the other way.)

In any case, one of the two pooped on carpet twice while I was there. Once at the door of the garage (I guess Zoee will do that, if she scratches at that door and you don't hear her.) The second time, I had been sleeping on the couch, and the dogs started to mildly bark for some reason. I walked into the bathroom to spit or something, when my toes squished some poop. Yay. Some was on the pee pad in there, and some was on the carpet thingy next to it (the latter being what I stepped in.) The cat also used the pee pads, for some reason.

That's one housesitting story. Earlier this year, I also house sat for a friend of my brother's, here in town. Once again, it was primarily to watch an animal. This one was a black dog of an unkown variety to me, named Bridgette. She is freaking hyperactive. I love her; she's really cute. I'd go there for about an hour a day, get the mail, take her for a walk, feed her, then sit around for a little while and watch TV (he doesn't have cable, though.)

He also said I could do whatever I wanted with the house, but I didn't really take advantage of that; me and my friends had accountability group there one day, though. My friends commented on the stacks of Play Boys in his house. One my friends even went so far as to take the stack of play boys out of the bathroom while he went. I just thought to myself, "okay...? That's kind of an unnecessary gesture. It's not like the guy's here to be ashamed of himself, and just because they're in there, doesn't mean you're automatically going to look at them." Anyhoo, the dog had this ball she always wanted people to throw for her. My friend pretended to throw it, then hid it behind his back. She looked everywhere for it; behind things, on the table, in the kitchen, in all the bedrooms, etc. My friend commented that she was really smart, yet really stupid at the same time. Heh.

Anyhoo, there was yet another time I house sat, but I think it just involved watering some plants and getting the paper. Also, I had to share my pay with my sister, because she got me the job. Although she never actually went with me... My mom did, though. That's kind of a "WTF, Mate?" thing, eh?

Anyhoo, anybody have any housesitting stories? Or, maybe. stories of taking care of other people's animals? If so, feel free to post.

Wuv, Yer Mom