Oh man do I ever feel like a huge piece of crap.
Yesterday my boyfriend and I went out for a trip to the zoo and being the responsible pet owners that we are I called my roommate the day before to make sure that she would be in town that day to let the dog out, and yup, it was no problem she was planning on being in town all day long. She only stays at the house a few nights a week, so I had to make sure that yesterday was one of them. Before we left in the morning we took the pup out for a big run, filled up her food and water dish so that the roommate wouldn’t have to, gave her a treat, put her in her crate and left.
My puppy a.k.a the cutest dogever is quite content to stay in her crate when we are gone, she just curls up and goes to sleep. We always come home at lunch to let her out and never leave her in there for long periods of time. That is until yesterday. When I was happily wandering around enjoying the sun and the animals my poor little girl was all alone, for about 12 hours.
When the boyfriend and I got home we were a bit suspicious. There were no additional dirty dishes, the dog’s food had not been touched, and everything seemed to be exactly where we left it. Everybody who has ever had a roommate knows that if the roommate is around, nothing ever looks just the way you left it. And of course, no roommate. The dog was no help, she acts the same if we had been gone for five minutes or five hours, and her english skills are somewhat lacking.
I called the roommate up this morning just to check, and well, opps she forgot.
Pup gets extra scratches today, thats for sure.