It’s no secret (clearly) that I attract a lot of weird/crazy/fabulously strange/inherently awful people to me. I consider it a blessing, almost, occasionally in disguise. I wouldn’t trade my friends or family for another, ever – nor my “enemies”. I mean, everyone has to have a bit of conflict in their life, and mine typically presents itself in the form of people who are generally lacking in self-worth.
My Dog Walker, on the other hand, is the opposite. She’s wonderfully weird, and she always cracks me up – not to mention she absolutely adores my dog – I get it, cause my dog is a trip – but Puppy does have the tendency to over power people or be a little intimidating if you don’t know how to handle her.
Similar to me.
So I found my Dog Walker by accident. I was interviewing people, and one woman who my vet recommended didn’t want to travel to where my old apartment was, and recommended my current Dog Walker (not for nothing, my town is literally 7 miles from end to end, you must be pretty lazy not to get across town. Or, there was another reason that she didn’t want to convey).
Since then, my Dog Walker has been incredibly reliable. She comes every day I ask her to, if I text her and I’m going to be late, she walks and feeds my dog, she rubs her belly, sends me random videos of them gallivanting about town, brings me presents to decorate my apartment (that she helped me find to keep me from moving to a different boro).
Yesterday, she texts me in the morning, apologizing because she lost my key. No big deal, I’ll just leave her a new one the following morning (she lost it because she was playing with balloons for a baby and her keys fell into a gutter).
Later, I get a video of her and my poochie wandering around my complex. Curious how she got inside, I listened to the narration of her video. She cracked the window open and my dog leapt out the window.
Yep, leapt out the window. And when she finished, she picked up my 60 pound pit bull and put her back through the window.
She felt so bad that my dog would go 8 hours without a walk that she broke into my apartment.
I admire the dedication in the woman…but my super literally lives next door to me and has a spare, so she didn’t technically need to break into my apartment. And what the hell kind of guard dog do I have that leaps out a window to greet her thief?