So much DOGgone walking...

I had been asked to dog sit while a family in our ward was out of town. I had always wanted a dog, but after this past week I may have had a change of heart. Not to say that their dogs were not well behaved, but just a little too much work for my stress-free lifestyle. Luckily, I have a sister who LOVES dogs! Belle started accompanying me to walk the dogs, and actually was a huge help. As the week went on my role had started to diminished. By the last day it had been become a normal routine, wake up Belle, hop in the car, Belle walks the dogs, Belle feeds the dogs, Belle waters the dogs, Belle pets the dogs, the dogs slobber on Belle, I drive home. I lived in worry that one day she would realize how little I was doing and refuse to fulfill my responsibilities for me. It never came to that point and besides I was there all along the way to make sure nobody was dying.

Occasionally I would take a turn at walking the dogs. They were pretty fun to race, especially when Belle was holding their leashes. The young dog would turn around and pull the leash with his mouth when he decided you were going too slow.

Everyday after we walked the dogs Belle would sit on the couch and let the dogs jump on top of her and lick her face. I thought it was soo utterly disgusting, but she loved it and would laugh it off. In the same way that this experience has made me realize that I am not the dog owner type, it made Belle realize that she wants a dog more than ever before.

But, I guess who could resist a doggone cute face like that?