Friday, March 21, 2025

Lady Gross-Gross!

 

As a pet sitter, it may sound gross, but nothing gives me greater satisfaction than a dog doing its business on a walk. That little squat? That's my victory dance. That fresh pile? That's my trophy. It's like I'm operation a Play-Doh Fun Factory, and my clients are cranking out exactly what's expected. 👍

When it doesn't happen? Pure disappointment. A non-pooper makes me feel like I've failed at my mission, like an Uber driver who got ghosted at the pick-up spot. 

However, when it does happen and it's a melty soft-serve mess? Well, let's just say that's a 'loose-loose' situation for everyone involved. 

But tracking a dog's elimination is a crucial part of my job. It's one of the biggest indicators of their health. Because unlike humans, dogs can't just text their vet, "Hey Doc, I'm gonna need that weird little talking Cologuard box. Something's off."

If there are strange objects in their poop? I don't just report back, I document. Yes, I take pictures for the client. You could call me the Poop-arazzi! I'll try not to hold my breath for the Lady Gaga reboot version of the song with the similar title.

So, pet parents, keep an eye on those 'deposits' and channel your inner Poop-arazzi. Because when it comes to your pup's health, the 'scoop' is in the poop!

No autographs...PLEASE!

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Lost & FOUND Hounds

 

At least once or twice a year, I find myself playing amateur detective when I come across a dog that has Houdini’d its way out of the house. Thankfully, I have a knack for figuring out where these escape artists live—either by leashing them and letting them lead me home like a four-legged GPS or by asking passersby if they recognize the furry fugitive.

Most of the time, the owners never even know their little explorer took an unauthorized field trip. I’ll just herd them back through an open gate and close it tight. Sometimes, I find a front door flung wide open, shuffle Fido back inside like a personal valet at a doggy nightclub, and shut the door. And no one knows because I leave like a pet-sitting Ninja. 

I just want to make sure these lost hounds are found before they end up on a "missing" poster. I'd like to think of myself as the Gabi Moseley for dogs. Only I don't have an evil dog locked up in my basement to help me solve cases.