how to commit a felony, or the craziest dogsitting day.....

This was going to be a post about decorating pots by hand....that will wait for another day.

You know Yogi is a dog I babysit, and he is my awesome studio companion  while his family is away.  Yesterday he helped me glaze a boatload of pots, make dinner, walk to the post office, play with my dog and cat, he is a big part of this family.  He was my FIRST dogsitting gig, starting in early December 3 years ago when he was a puppy and I love him like my own dog.

He was the first, and as you know, nice people keep asking me to care for their pets too.  Yesterday I walked one and got back to their house and it all turned into a nightmare.  But the best thing about this nightmare (and the next one!) is that even though I wanted to freak out, I took care of things and ended the day with a smile, feeling like a million bucks.

SO, I get back to their house and...no key.  Where did I put it?  I check my many pockets...no key...we REDO our walk, NO KEY on the sidewalk!  I figure I might have to take that dog home to my house...but you know how you hear you can pick a lock with a credit card.  YOU CAN.  It is ridiculously easy.  I got an old red cross card of mine out of the car and in less than 5 seconds popped the lock and was in the house with the dog (note to self:  USE THE DEADBOLT!).

On the way home, you know those tiny pockets jeans have, the watch pocket?  I have never put anything into one of those.  Yeah.  I had slipped the key in there by accident..... I was relieved, no harm done, and now I know how to burgle a house!

OK, so on to the next dog of the lunchtime hour....I go into the house and it is a little dark and I walk through a LAKE OF SH!T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Not a little pond, a GREAT lake of sh!t. I rid myself of socks, find the paper towels and windex and a bag and get the mess up...luckily on tile, not the carpet.

There are crumbs on the floor.

There is a savaged gingerbread house on the table.

The dog had gotten into the gingerbread and lived to tell the tale.... anyway, I called the family and said I would care for the dog as usual, but they MIGHT WANT TO COME HOME SOONER rather than later.....