Dog Sitting

Dog sitting last week was nothing less than interesting.
Job number one: pick up the dog at doggie day care.
Walking in like I knew what I was doing, I met other dog lovers dropping off their delightful balls of fur. I cocked my head to a women next to me, "So.....is your Labrador full bred?".
After breaking the ice by what seemed like an intelligent question about dogs, I pick up my temporary dachshund, in a doggie bag, and scooted out the day care. Barking dogs said their farewells, or at least that is all I made out.

Job two: take her for a walk.
Scoping the landscape, the 15 pound dog with her little pink coat couldn't get enough of the good ol' earth. Friends passed saying, "Didn't know it was legal to put a squirrel on a leash?" "Funny." I said. We kept walking. The view was amazing as the sun set that afternoon.