Griffin!

I’m dog-sitting this week and I think I’ve taken it a lot more seriously than my mom expects. And it’s making me more nervous than I thought it would!

My dog is super dependent. He’s needy and loves attention and very vocal and expressive when he’s mad or angry, or feeling too neglected. So, not having anyone in the house with him for 2 days will drive him insane. And oh yeah, my dog is 12-years-old! He acts like a puppy.

I’m not his favorite person in the world (unless I have food in my hands/I just wake up in the morning/it’s the first time he’s seen me all day) but I’ve been making sure to keep him company. I can’t decide whether he appreciates it or not.

I think he just keeps getting disappointed every time I go in the house and it’s not my mom or dad. After I walk in, he waits by the door as if, “No… this can’t be it… it cannot just be her! Where is everyone else??” And then he turns around to his fate – it’s just me, Griffin! Then he barks and lies down, sighing loudly. (I’m not kidding.)

But I’ve been feeding him, and letting him out, and I even took him on two walks. And I think it paid off because when I was sleeping last night, he came into the room and stuffed his cute little nose into my face. But to be honest, I think he thought I was my mom. And then when he realized I wasn’t, he just passed out on the floor.

I’ve decided though, that I am not ready for the responsibility of a dog! I couldn’t get one. I’d be too nervous about getting home and feeding him – and my schedule’s far too inconsistent! I can barely feed/walk/hydrate myself in a timely manner… but… I do love my dog. So much. And a major reason I couldn’t get another one is because I love Griffin too much. But maybe I’ll just clone him. And name the next one Griffin II. Like a boat.