Tag: not my dog

Even though I know that we’re not ready to have one full-time right now, mainly because of the money pit cats we have, I miss having a dog. How can you not love having a giant lump of pure adoration snuggling up to you (then farting and falling asleep and snoring – kind of like when Katy and I first met).

Update: took NMD for a walk earlier today. The plan was to go to the beach to throw her frisbee around. I didn’t expect to see a whole flock of ducks on the beach. That was a bit of fun.

Katy dropped her off at her flat shortly after, to wait for her human to get back home. Unfortunately, a train strike stranded him in France so we went back and took her home for another night.

I was having coffee this morning when Not-my-dog climbed on the sofa with me and flomped on my leg. Apparently, she’s not allowed on the sofa at her place, so she takes liberties (which we’re happy to allow). Katy says that she’s more settled when she stays with us. She looked well-settled this morning. She turned into a lump. Also, she snores.

Guess who spent the night?

We’ve been taking care of a silver lab named Eric for the past week. It’s not something we do often. The dog has to fit in with the cats and the general chaos of the place. So far it’s only happened with Lily and Leni, who are good, and – in an unplanned emergency – a pair of tiny yappy asshole dogs that kept peeing everywhere and will only ever come back here over my dead body.

But this one was really special. He’s going home tomorrow, and I’m going to miss him.

Not-my-dog is a better travelling companion than the usual small, noisy one. Has better taste in music, too.

Not-my-dog is a good car traveller – less annoying than the small human, that’s for certain.

Not-my-dog is here for the weekend. This makes me happy. Even if she does fart and belch – such a classy girl.