Because I'm a nice person and I was asked nicely, albeit last minute, I'm dog-sitting Diesel, a German Shepherd with ADHD, for the next three days in the East Bay. I don't usually dog-sit but I figured my dog, Solan, might like the company and a little doggie socialization never hurts.
I arrived late last night, dropped off my things and let the kids out to do their business. Diesel, still a rambunctous teenager, ran circles around Solan. He jumped on him, nipped his face, and was essentially everywhere at once. Solan, with his grandpa like movements, strolled through the grass, leasurely sniffed things and wandered off at a turtle's pace. When I called them back if they traveled out of view, Diesel would come bounding toward me full speed while Solan would stare in my direction but appear to not "see" me and then wander away again.
Solan's an ancient turtle compared to Diesel. It's like pairing a teenager with a 90+ year old grandpa and grandpa wants to take a stick and whack the teenager in submission but is too tired and weak to pick up the stick.
This is the burbs. There's nothing out here but residences, a mini shopping center, and a gas station. The center of town and the nearest bart station is a 15 min. drive away. The nearest large shopping center is in Walnut Creek, about 15 miles away. No one walks around the neighborhood. I didn't see a single soul when I arrived. It was just me watching two German shepherds piss all over the place.
Then it started raining. We were all indoors by that time. I was trying very hard not to organize things and clean up. It's not my apartment but I can't stand staring at clutter. It irked me. Despite being told that the apartment was cleaned up before I arrived, I begged to differ. I look like I took a beating from the waist down from bumping into furniture and tripping up on stuff on the floor. I'm sure a hurricane came through his place. I lived with this person for a number of years and I knew he was messy but comparing his apartment now to when we lived together, I was the housekeeper that kept our home orderly and clean. He had it good.
Back to the rain. I had to let the dogs out before bedtime. They ran amok before I gathered them back inside where they proceeded to shake the water off their coats while I struggled to wipe them down with a towel. Fun. Then the whining started. On and off, all night.
