I am dog sitting this week for two cutie pies. (not awake yet - will continue later.)
On Friday, I began dog sitting the cuties you see above. The dogs live across town. In order to sit them, I'm staying in their house for a week. Kinda like a vacation but I still go to work everyday.
What I find weird is how quickly I am settling into the a new routine; a routine revolving around the dogs. When I awake up in the morning, I automaticallylet the dogs out. I time leaving work in order to let the dogs out. (Somebody burst into song! "Who? Who?)
The dogs have a bedtime ritual. The dogs go upstairs about nine thirty at night. If I am not upstairs for bed by ten, one will come downstairs and look at me expectantly before returning upstairs. If I am still not upstairs in the ten minutes, one of the dogs, Piper, will bark. I thought my curfew days were over.
I checked with the owner to make sure I was not imagining the meanings of the dog's actions. I am not. The dogs have a curfew for the owners too.