This weekend we are dogsitting for the Boyf's dad's dog. We were supposed to be staying at his house til Tuesday but the Boyf decided that would be boring as hell and something he really didn't want to do on his long weekend off work. So he bought the dog here! Well the cat went mental. He shot out the catflap like lightning. In the end we had to keep the dog shut in the lounge and coax the cat back in with treats. The flat is pretty small, we only have 2 bedrooms, a lounge, bathroom and toilet (we use the pub's kitchen downstairs). To stop flatmate getting up in the morning and letting the dog out, the Boyf decided he would sleep in our bedroom!! Now i'm not a dog person at all. I've never had a pet dog, noone in my family has ever had a pet dog and i'm pretty sure i've never even had friends who had a dog! I don't hate them, in fact this dog is quite nice. I just don't know what to do with them. I don't like it when they jump up at me and lick and drool etc. So i wasn't thrilled with the idea of sleeping with a huge dog in the room. I think he's a Springer Spaniel so he's quite big. We got him to stay in his bed at the foot of our bed and he settled down fine. I fell asleep but woke up twice face to face with the dog staring at me! He made me jump out my skin! I didn't know whether he would try to lick my feet etc if they hung out of the bed so kept myself tucked up in the middle. I was boiling hot all night. Haha.
The Boyf has taken him for a walk now so me and the cat are just chilling. I wonder what further escapades will happen this weekend with a dog in the house. Oh yeah i forgot to mention i also don't like the smell of dog and i've just noticed my hands smell cos i was stroking him earlier. Ew! God i'm so crap with dogs. This will be good training for me as the Boyf wants a dog when we get a house together. *sigh* I hope he doesn't eat me.