Our end of sitting, farewell photo. You can see the pain in his eyes. Or maybe just mine.
I never meant to lie to all of you.
I mean, not about this.
The lies about being cool at parties and never falling over in public restroom stalls were long planned and perfectly executed.
(You don’t suspect a thing.)
But, along the way, I might have misrepresented this dog’s ownership.
I started out being quite clear over our relationship.
(A dog sitter-dog sittee bond, if you didn’t know.)
(I even shared the rather high number of reasons I’m not really that great at pet-sitting.)
Now that is a dog crying out for a photo shoot.
Yet, I felt repetitive, endlessly repeating his sat status in posts.
So I did what I usually do when I feel lazy. I stop doing the exhaustive action.
(In this case, yes, the exhaustive action is writing the phrase “this dog I’m sitting.”)
(Nobody knows the troubles I’ve typed.)
It went unremarked when I had my dog in red high heels photo shoot.
And unsaid when I had my dog reading a book about dogs photo shoot.
(What can I say? He’s a sucker for dog photo shoots – just begs me to have them.)
He's wise like a Pharaoh. Only one of the wise ones, not the really young ones who only cared about pyramid parties and cat worship.
Then I started getting comments.
Complimentary comments.
And while I do love strangers on the Internet saying nice things about me, this time it felt wrong.
For they were complimenting me on how sweet and adorable my dog is.
And my secret is – he’s not my dog.
At least, not until my epic dog-napping plan comes to fruition.
(Stay tuned.)
Happy Thanksgiving!
Unless you’re Canadian
In which case, belated?
Megan
I Accidentally Stole A Dog (And A Cat) (But This Post is About The Dog)
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He could always be your foster dog or something…or you have visitation rights to him? It’s the attorney in me coming out, but I’m sure we could work out some kind of parental relationship
He looks so sweet and calm! My dogs are currently running around the room barking at each other and playing tug of war with one of my husbands socks. Feel free to steal them at any time! lol
He’s your friend who happens to be a dog. Good enough for me
Haha! Complete ditto to this!
Aaaww! Thank you for the belated Thanksgiving wishes… I’m going to wait till next month so I could also wish you Happy belated Thanksgiving! But then… it’s going to be Christmas…
Oh well, I’ll wish you Merry Christmas on January 24th! ‘Kay?
Hugs
Jon
p.s. I knew all along about the dog!!!
I was so happy to see your comment – just this morning I was thinking about and missing you! I also thought about you yesterday, when I mentioned Canadian Thanksgiving to my coworkers and none of them had heard of it and they all tried to convince me I was thinking about Boxing Day! Silly coworkers.
p.s. I added your e-mail address to your comment, because obviously you want to get my response, right?
RIGHT?!
My husband is a half-breed therefore i get two thanksgivings.
Boom.
Anyways, I am going to send you my psychiatrist’s card so you can give it to the dog. He’s so depressed looking.
You on the other hand are adorable.
Ok, he is too when he’s not looking like he wants to eat a gun.
Just kidding.
Love your face and you have a happy thanksgiving too.
Love a Canuck.
Aw, you get to experience real Thanksgiving, that’s so nice!
(Which I’m sure it actually is – ironically, my family doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, so I get none!)
And I obviously need more info on your psychiatrist. I mean, sure, he treats humans, but does he have a background in doggy psychology? Has he studied under a learned hound? Has he performed a Rorschach test on a terrier?
I can’t let Monroe be seen by just anybody.
p.s. My face loves you too.
p.p.s. But it can be fickle, so you should focus your love on my body.
p.p.p.s. That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.
This was such an open, honest, brave post. But you’ve been dog-sitting him for a looooooong time! I think the first post of yours that I ever read was with said dog friend in red heels. (Maybe) When are his (other) people coming home?
Hahaha – thankfully, this hasn’t been the most epic of dog-sits! Rather, there has been a series of sits over the past couple years, that somewhat blend together because I never write the posts of my following-sitting-mourning periods!
His eyes show how much he considers you another “Mommy” so clearly its not stealing. Its expanding the love.
I applaud you for clearing up your heinous misrepresentation.
(or something.)
(that first line kinda sounded like a blog spam comment, didn’t it?)
Happy Thanksgiving, Megan darling!
I am such a sucker for posing-as-spam comments.
But then, who isn’t?
(Happy Thanksgiving! – Do you get a Thanksgiving cake? ‘Cause you should totally make Craig produce a Thanksgiving cake.)
Thanks for clearing up the dog status. I look forward to hearing the dog napping plan.
Happy Thanksgiving!
(And happy dog-nap planning.)
(Is there a national day for that?)
(There should be.)
Oh, when I made Official American Holiday Inventor, there will be.
(It’s all a part of my five year plan.)
(Everybody should have one of those, right?)
There are women who steal boyfriends and there are women who steal dogs. Personally, I think the latter are due more respect because dogs are a better judge. Having said that, good luck with your dog-napping crusade and HAPPY TURKEY DAY!
But his eyes are clearly saying, ‘I wish you were mine.’ ; ) Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Confession is good for the soul, right?
Happy Thanksgiving!
Good luck on your dog napping plan…
He is a sweet looking dog. I can’t blame you for “taking” ownership.
Wow…this would make a a really bad romantic comedy that my wife and teenage daughter would watch over and over again.
You need to include a music montage you and he dressing in costumes, and hugging each other in the rain.
He’s a good looking young man. I think you two will remain friends.
HOW have I forgotten the tragic, touching rain photo shoot?
I’m such a fool.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and the dog-that-is-not-your-own
I will help you steal him. Because if you only dog-nap him, then don’t you have to give him back after you get the ransom? He’s so pretty.
Happy Thanksgiving, honey!
Happy thanksgiving. I have holiday envy over that one, I would like a thanksgiving – or maybe I would just like some turkey.
He is such a sweetie of a dog, those big brown eyes are adorable. Although the cat is nice. Maybe you should cat-nap the cat, then have the dog as the ransom! That way you get him through extortion not theft!
I hereby put you in charge of all my future extortion/kidnapping/ransoming/stealing plans. You clearly have a far superior talent.
You are so wise – how had I not thought my extortion plan through?
(Often a complication.)
What??? He’s not your dog? Oh, the betrayal. The lies. I don’t know if I can trust you again. Ok, well you did confess. But still…..
I know, it’s going to be hard.
Hopefully, we can get through this together.
All we need is some hard work and intensive couples’ therapy.
Belated, as in a month. But I don’t really care about Canadian Thanksgiving– who does?
We’re having an American Thanksgiving in Canada with another American family. We get extra credit for this.
You’re such Canadian rebels. I bet all the real Canadians are looking at you askew, questioning your loyalty to your adopted homeland.
You know why this is so good? You actually gave us every reason to deduce, in every picture that the dog appears, that the dog is the same dog you are sitting / have sat for (because clearly it is the same dog). But we as readers are clearly lacking in the detective work department, and so you are forced to apologise for our confusion
You could have blamed us instead, but that might have done bad things to your popularity…
Wait a second… you’re so right, it is all your fault. Silly me.
WHY MUST YOU GET CONFUSED?? YES, I’M TALKING TO YOU, INTERNET. THIS IS ONLY A WARNING. YOU DON’T WANT ME TO GET THE COWS INVOLVED.
Seems as though you’re missing some sort of opportunity for a ransom demand.
Me and the Mrs. dog sat once. We were reluctant because we aren’t animal type people. Everything was going fine until we found out the dog was in heat.
The owners told us to put a doggy diaper on her.
Never again
I love dogs but that’d probably be beyond my acceptability zone!
i would let you dog sit my dog. he’s the best dog in the world though…you would definitely steal him.
Not your dog??? He should be your dog ‘cos he’s nice & possession is 9/10ths of the law. If the owners really loved him they wouldn’t have went away or at least took him with them. Deep down I think they probably want you to keep him. Just keep him anyway & perhaps no one will notice.
I have a reoccurring nightmare about slipping/falling on a ‘damp’ public restroom floor.
I have no idea what that’s about. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.
I doubt you want to, either.
So… I guess what I’m trying to get at here is…
um…
Happy Thanksgiving, Megan!
There is no good deeper meaning to public restrooms. Unless there’s a dolphin in there. That’s probably a good sign.
Happy thanksgiving, accidental dog thief. I’m not Canadian, so you’re right on time with me.
Happy Thanksgiving!
And I love your hot dog! (Get it? Hot as in stolen? Conceptual humor!)
*sigh*
Okay, I’ll try harder in my next comment.
…A.
I am a total sucker for conceptual humor. And cheese.
Hey just wanted to thank you for the visit and the comment. Thanksgivimg went great.
LOL Well he IS adorable, I wouldn’t blame you if you had dog-napped him xD I probably would have. All is forgiven. You are HILARIOUS. So funny *wipes a tear* I love reading this blog, man. Wish I could do it more often. Speaking of which, sorry I haven’t been visiting as religiously as I’d like to. I’m in the middle of a major exam now, you see.
Major exams are a fabulous excuse for lack of internet time. Second only to prison time and intensive historical enactments.
(You’re totally missed.)
Aww … you’re too sweet together! It’s fair to pretend the sittee is your dog. It’s not a lie – it’s a temporary truth.
i say – finder’s keepers
It was my stint of dog-sitting Ginger The Wonder Dog that made it possible for my dog to end up in my life. And – if Belle hadn’t serendipitously fallen into my hands, I think Ginger would have been in danger of having a new home (though… with 3 small kids at her real home, she might have been happier with me anyway…).
At first I read “for my dog to end my life.”
So, glad that wasn’t right. And worrisome about my mind.
Well, if Belle wakes up barking her Big Girl Bark at 2am again like she did the other night, she just *might* be the death of me. Talk about scaring the crap out of me!
Aw, I love that she has a big girl bark – now you know she can warn you in case the zombies are coming!
My, my, my, oh the “crimes” we commit in the name of our blogs!!! Lol!! What a cute post and a very cute dog!! Hope you had a great holiday!
I think that it is now officially a clear case of dog napping
You two look “meant to be!”
I love other people’s dogs. They’re so much less work. (OK, I guess it depends on the dog. Plus I’ve never had my own dog so I have no idea what I’m talking about…)