Dog Sitting

I agreed to dog sit for my daughter's four pooches over the weekend. What was I thinking? They each have distinct personalities. I guess you dog lovers out there know that.

The two pugs were rescue dogs, and Doc is the needy, jealous one. You can't pet the dogs without his little snoot snorting her way in.

 Doc

Gramma is Miss Loveable and easygoing. All of the dogs run right over her, take her bone away, push her and she just takes it all with complete ease.

  Gramma

Computer is Rita's first dog and in a dream she was told to name her dog Computer. He's part pug and shitzu or something. He looks like a little ewok. He's the guard dog... of everything. He guards his food, his bone, his blanket, and if someone comes in he barks. And barks. But not a constant... a rythmic type. Bark. Wait a few seconds. Bark. Wait. Bark. Wait. Come to think of it, I've never heard any of the other dogs bark.

Computer

Goddy is a beagle and he's a combination of all of them. He's loveable, protective, takes what he wants with slyness and I have no doubt that he'd growl if anyone tried to do anything to me.

  Goddy

I cleared my entire schedule to give my full attention to the dogs... other than a commitment to a 50th Anniversary party. The whole time I was at the party I worried about the dogs... and my house.

  Computer and Goddy play fighting

Even though they were good and they're funny and loveable, I look forward to my quiet space. Oh and our cat - Smeagol.

  Smeagol - The Prince is upset!

He hid under the bed as soon as the dogs came in and stayed there for eight hours. When they all napped, he hightailed it, jumped the gate and has steered clear. He came up last night and meowed, but as soon as he smelled dog on me, he hissed and ran away. Smeagol will also look forward to some quiet space.