QP Has Left the House
I am alternately happy and sad about this.
Starr and I spent the last eight days taking care of a little dog named QP. We loved the company, Starr loved being greeted with enthusiasm when walking in the door…okay, I will admit it, I liked it too.
I didn’t care for wet dog food. I hated, I mean really hated, picking up doggie poo…but I did it…every time. I also had to wash Starr’s comforter, and do some carpet scrubbing…I guess accidents happen (QP is getting old), but I could really do without that. Yet, I already miss the jangle of her collar, and the way she always followed me around the house…much to Starr’s dismay!
Caring for QP just solidified Starr’s wish for a pet. Although she was disappointed that the dog loved me more. Could it be that I was the one providing the food, and the one who took her on almost every walk? Hmm? It could also be that I was closer in age to her owner and I was more “comfortable” than an energetic, sometimes loud, 19 year old.
Maybe I am just awesome and irresistible?! *cough* Yeah, well…
