Docile and loving? This week - not so much - well sort of.
The story goes that while I have experience being around dogs, I actually have extremely little experience actually caring for them. I am willing to guess that a more experienced dog owner might have known that when dogs are out of their element (i.e. Staying at someone else's apartment and sleeping on an incredibly chic dog bed. *see above - I actually bought that for my old apartment where I didn't really have any where to sit so at least I could offer a "floor cushion" to my guests. I now use it behind my bed to keep my pillows from falling into the abyss between the bed and wall*) they can act out and do things that would otherwise be out of character for them.
Picture something like this...
It all went down while getting ready to go meet Jamie for a dog walk/run at the park. I had a bag prepared with water, treats and plastic baggies - ignorantly I set it on the floor while I tied my shoes. Of course with their super dog sense of smell the girls both went for the treats and IT WENT BAD. There was a fight (Please exchange the word "dog" for "girl" while watching this video). Daughter caught mother in the ear and dog sitter (me) jumped in the middle to try to pry them apart and caught one in the face. Kitchen chair and picture frame were merely innocent bystanders that got caught in the fray.
Not sure if dogs bruise - but I can assure you that dog sitters definitely do.
Long story short - What did I learn? I learned that I'm very happily pet free for now. However, I established a very important rule for any future pets that I may own.
Pet Rule #1: I must be able to lift and hold the pet with one hand. This ensures the other hand is free to a) remove any other pet that may be attacking it or b) apply medicine to any fight wounds while the pet is being suspended in the air to reduce any chance it would have of escaping said medicine.
Example of "One-handed Pets"
This situation was very safe for all parties involved. If either fuzzball got out of hand I could easily hold each one in a different hand until things calmed down. I know what you are thinking "What an amazing feat of strength!". Thank you, but not really. Rose (the blonde) was a voluptuous 2 lbs. and at this point in his career I'll guess Wizard (the manly sable) weighed about 1.6 -1.8 lbs. Even as a strapping young man who could open any door and steal any tampon or spool of thread he could find the most he ever weighed in was just, and I mean just, over 2 lbs.
Note: I never had to even consider the "One-handed Pet Rule" when I actually had ferrets because they never fought the way other less awesome animals do. So remember, ferrets rock and are cooler than any other type of pet you may have.
Side Note: (ha ha, see how it is on the side!)
Despite all of the commotion I got a lot of
projects started - and even finished a few!
More to come on those!