Home Away From Home

I may regret saying this but this place feels like a home away from home. What place? you may well ask. This place. Where I am now. Pet-sitting.

It's funny I should feel that way cos when I first came here I nearly got mauled by one of the dogs. The female one took an instant dislike to me (as I'm told by many others who've met her that she also took a dislike to them). Her owner left for the night and things were okay that first night. Come morning she put herself outside his bedroom door and proceeded to run at me any time I went up the stairs. I tried coaxing her with treats, tried being firm, but nothing worked. When she chased me all the way through the house and had me locking myself in the living room I admitted defeat and called her owner, who returned straight away. The dog does have a history of anger management issues so it wasn't a big shock or anything - well, it was to me, but not to the owner.

I vowed to never pet-sit again. I have phases of hating this job and wishing I never had to do it. You may wonder why I whine when I only work on average five jobs a year but when you want to do something you love (writing) and you're forced to do something that you find either boring or very difficult (being on your own in a strange and empty house is no fun for a girl with a very active imagination) it's not fun. But I do it because not to do it would make me a very selfish person. Which I'm not.

Anyway, I didn't stop pet-sitting and I in fact came back here to look after the nice dog. And have been back here several times since. The female dog still hates me. She bites my feet, tries to snap at my hands - today she even ran at me barking! I don't like her - she's evil. She stares at me the entire time I'm here. And she usually limits her attacks to when her owner isn't looking. Now that's a dangerously smart dog.

I like coming here now. The house isn't too big, as some of them can be, I don't mind being here on my own. Mammy works just down the road and I think on some level I feel safer knowing she's close by should an emergency situation present itself. Plus, I know the area. Today I was even imagining what it would feel like if this was my home. And it felt quite good actually. Not that I'd ever chose to live alone. Too much of a wimp - plus that pesky over active imagination that turns every creak of the house into a rampaging raping robber.

So I've surprised myself and am quite happy here. I was expecting home-sickness and tears but so far I've been okay. Been excitedly taking pictures of my food as well - there is a reason why, not just me being silly with the camera.

I do have a goddamn-awful cough, though. I've had two strange bouts where I've been unable to stop coughing. So much so that I have tears running down my face and my body can't decide whether it wants to sneeze or cough or vomit. Eurgh. These tablets had better start working soon or else I'm gonna have no stomach muscles left - they're in agony! On the other hand, it might make me grow an icky six-pack. Hehehehe......
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