I actually got a few jobs lined up to watch and take care of some cats at their homes and one dog sitting job.
Her name is Sophie and she's a Cocker Spaniel. Seemed fine and I even suggested they bring her to my apartment with me and my fur-babies so she would have someone around all the time...Seems fine, right? What's one more dog, RIGHT?
Oh, no, my friends. Oh. NO.
Sophie is dropped off by her family last night- a woman named Jenny and her daughter (loved them!). Sophie seems full of energy and sweet, as expected. She's crated, so sleeps and will stay in it during hours I'm not home.
So, they bring Sophie up to my apartment (which is plenty big for Chihuahua's and I thought sufficient for a Cocker Spaniel) and this is when the madness ensues. Ok...I'm being dramatic. Madness may be a harsh term, but let's just say my inner organized, cleanliness OCD kicked.