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I was asked to dog sit for a student of mine. His girlfriend had taken in this stray dog, but her parents wouldn’t let her keep it, so their plan was to get an apartment within the next 30 days so that they could keep this dog.
I agreed. It was wonderful….at first because I was told that the dog was trained. I live in an apartment, so the option of leaving the dog outside was null.
Well, the dog pee’d and poo’d and it wasn’t until week later that I was told that the dog was used to being outside. Ugh. So for two months I dog sitted and realized that my life is not conducive to a dog. I enjoyed walking and playing with her, but during the day my neighbors said she howled and howled and when I got home I would find my furniture ruined.
I confined her to the kitchen, but she got out. After I gave her back to her owners, I cleaned the room where she lived and found poo in the closet and in every corner. I was misery. She was the cutest dog and people loved her when I walked her, but she was a handfull.
