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How Much is that Doggy in the Window?

At the beginning of August I house sat for my friend, Sherry. Sherry and her husband were going out of town and I was asked to stay at the house and watch their dog Rocky. Rocky and I are pretty good friends; I’ve watched him about three other times. Well, this visit was going fairly normal. I work farther away from Rocky now than I did the last few times I watched him, so I wasn’t always able to go home and let him out to use the bathroom at lunch; but we found a way to make it work.

Well the day before Sherry came home, I let Rocky out to use the bathroom and then I got busy cleaning the house. After an hour I realized that I hadn’t heard Rocky at the back door ‘knocking’ to get back in. I went outside to get him and I couldn’t find him. I looked all over the backyard, called his name, searched under the deck (one of his sleeping spots) and in the garden shed. After calling his name for 10 minutes, my worst fears came true – Rocky had escaped! I ran outside with his leash and just started calling his name. I eventually enlisted the help of two cute girls who jumped on their bikes and scouted the neighborhood with me. At this point I was contemplating the cost of buying a dog that looks like Rocky; that plan failed when I realized I didn’t even know the exact breed of dog that Rocky is.

After an hour I decided to call for help. I called my mom and asked if she could drive me around the neighborhood while I looked for him. Right as I met my mom on 4800 S, we both spotted Rocky coming out of someone’s backyard. I shouted for joy, cussed him and then ran towards him. I was so happy to see him! I can’t imagine the phone I would have to make had I not found Rocky: “Hi Sherry, it’s Erin. So, remember your dog Rocky? Well, looks like that’s all you’ll have –memories. I can’t find him.”

Aside from being super dirty, Rocky was fine. We went back to Sherry’s and we boarded up the area where he snuck out. I then hugged Rocky, yelled at him some more and then spoiled him for the rest of the evening. I waited a few hours to call Sherry and tell her what happened – my heart was still racing and I was dreading the phone call. It’s not great to be asked to dog-sit and then lose the dog. It’s frowned upon in most countries – except for maybe Vietnam…

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Mick and Tiff said…
Hey, do you think you could watch my dog next week??? ha ha! I am sorry, I know it was a scary experience. I am glad the dog was found and all is well.
October 7, 2008 at 9:44 PM
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