I am dogsitting again this week, and aside from one vomit incident (which the culprit cleaned up as quickly as she had thrown up), it has been a most enjoyable experience.
Jenkins is, as I have already documented, a rather wonderful creature. What she lacks in canine etiquette, she makes up for in droves with cuteness, affection, attitude and hair. She quickly learned that she is not allowed to be in the kitchen without me around, and, after a couple of epic wrestling matches at the start of the week, now meekly slinks out after me. She has also learned that, despite having freedom to go through any open door in the apartment, my bed is MY bed and mine alone. But I fear this may have more to do with the enormous Jenks-proof fence that I erect around it every time I leave than any actual ability or desire to listen to what I tell her.
Anyway, when attempting to reduce the mountains of hair that follow her everywhere, I discovered that she is not a big fan of the vacuum cleaner.
Not a fan at all.
And to those of you who think that that video is not the work of someone who loves the cute idiosyncrasies of his temporary dog, I should inform you that her final scuttle out the door knocked over her water bowl. Which I then had to clean up.
Just desserts!
