I have been dogsitting this weekend. I never had a pet growing up, but I have played dogsitter and catsitter on and off since I was a kid. I'm the godmother to the dog upstairs. The difference this time is that the dog is staying at my place. There's been snuggling. And the Internet told me that dogs like frozen greenbeans, and they do. How strange.
I have, however, fallen twice as I got yanked around chasing squirrels. My right knee is skinned. And I'm definitely going to have to vacuum after he goes home tomorrow. But given the choice of no one to snuggle on my couch with this weekend and someone who leaves more hair in my bed than my Italian ex-boyfriend, I don't mind the cleaning.