I’m back… sort of

The people I am house sitting for are back for one night before they go off again.  The little dog I am sitting for, Buddy, is so cute!  I definitely heart him.  He is a little clingy and anxious which I secretly enjoy because it means he follows me everywhere I go in the house so I feel very loved.

His owner said that he wasn’t really allowed up on the sofa but if he tried to jump up, to pick him up and put him on the sofa as he has a bad back being an old man and all.  Buddy *has* to be everywhere I am… unless he’s in a really deep snooze… or can score a better seat due to the fact that I moved.  One afternoon I was reading on my bed and I went up and when I came back… look who was in my spot!

I haven’t been doing too much recently, just catching up on sleeping, reading and my shows.  My boss has upped my hours.  It’s only every second week that I get my extra hours but it’ll do.  My boss wants to train me up because he thinks I’ll make a good surgical nurse.  That made me super happy!  I love/hate doing surgery.  It’s exciting because it’s life and death but it’s also stressful because it’s life and death.  I look forward to getting some more training in that area, so I end up hating it less.

This is Buddy helping me change the sheets on the bed.  I put the sheets in the wash, came back and Buddy had tucked himself up underneath the doona/comforter/duvet (just translating for everyone!). 

Remember how the first day I was house sitting, it was also my ten hour shift at work?  And remember how I was like “that day is just going to suck”.  Well it did.  And partly it was my fault.  I start off in the morning and all is going fine.  I woke up early to pack but that’s fine.  Anyway, I have to make two trips to load up the car because I have all my stuff to go straight to the house after work.  Well… I made the first trip and loaded up the car and then as soon as I shut the door behind me I realised my mistake.  I had locked my house keys inside the house.  I had also locked my house sitting keys in my house.  As well as my bag with my phone and wallet inside.  I was so annoyed at myself!!  I tried to pick the lock with my bobby pins but it was not as simple as they made it look in the movies and I ruined one of my pins.  So I had to go to work- work all day til 7:00 (and we had two walk-ins at 6:50 which we had to treat!) so didn’t get home until 7:30… had to drive all the way home (which is like ten minutes… so it’s not really a big deal), knock on the door til one of the Roomies answered… pick up my stuff and then drive all the way to the other house (which again, isn’t very far away at all so I shouldn’t complain).  Which meant I didn’t get there til like 8 and the owner had been calling me since 6:30pm wanting to know if the dog was ok and she was really worried because I hadn’t been answering because I didn’t have my phone.  Such a frustrating day!!!!

And goodbye until Monday from me (and Buddy… can you tell I’m obsessed?!)