Animal whisperer

It seems to be that in recent months I have become something of an animal whisperer. Not one of those creepy people on TV, as it is more of an animal sitting professional. Growing up we never had dogs and well even though there were cats at my parents' house, they were NEVER mine. The past few years I have had to the opportunity take care of the cats, dogs, fish, etc. of several friends and colleagues. A few weeks ago it was sweet Tucker and his pesky sister Charlotte; a fun time but tiring none the less. Fast forward to now. This evening I began dog sitting for one of our Associate Deans who has two dogs. One of the them is cute, white thing who is about 3.5. The other one is 19 YEARS OLD!!! That is like 200 or something in dog years. 


Ladies and gentlemen the dog began wearing a diaper like yesterday. And I am terrified that he is going to die sometime in the next three weeks. Like it could seriously happen. Seriously. Already since arriving here, I have changed his diaper thing and then came upstairs and found that (probably) he had pooped in the upstairs. It could have been the other one before the cleaning lady left, but I am not holding my breath on that one. 


If this is just the beginning folks, then I am seriously in for an adventure. Stay tuned as the adventure unfolds.