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 cutestdogever 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.
Grrrr! Reminds me of the time I went away for a four-day weekend, after extracting a promise from my brother’s girlfriend that she would come by and feed my cats at some point during the four days. I even left some money for her. Turns out she and my brother went to see some friends on Saturday, and well, “they talked us into staying.” WTF? Up until that point I had thought of this girl as a good influence on my less-than-dependable brother. Good-for-nothing bitch.
At least the puppy had some food. Poor little pup!
Thanks for the replies. I am sure she doesn’t even remember it now. She is at home with the boyfriend and they are probably cuddled up on the couch right now watching daytime TV.
The roommate is very sorry and is planning on picking up a new toy today so all is well.
And really I will take any opportunity to show off my girl
Aw, don’t beat yourself up about it. She’s probably already forgotten.
Several weeks before our old, fat, arthritic (but dearly beloved) springer spaniel Miss Emily died, Mr. S let her out one night to do her business. She would always go out and do her thing and then bark when she was done so we’d know to let her back in. Easy peasy.
Only this time we fell asleep on the couch (we were really tired) and didn’t hear her barking.
Did I mention that it was wintertime?
When we woke up several hours later, in the middle of the night, we immediately realized our mistake and went outside to find her. She must have barked for a bit and then given up and gone to curl up in a little shelter we had built for the recyling bins. It had some carpeted panels we’d taken out of the back of an old pickup for flooring, but mostly it was full of bags of aluminum cans.
Poor old Miss Emily. We let her back it and smothered her with remorseful affection, but she seemed to forgive us pretty quickly.
We still kick ourselves when we think of it, though. Leaving a sweet old dog out in the cold!!
Oh, God, I did this, too. Man, I felt awful. My Bean has a long memory for a dog and she holds a grudge. She walked right by me, ignoring the treats I tried to offer as an olive branch. She went upstairs, hid in the library and would have nothing more to do with me for the rest of the evening.
Hubby and I were house and dog sitting for my aunt over the New Year weekend one time, and we did this, too! And her dog was a 12-year-old Shar Pei. Poor Sheba was outside for like three hours. When we opened the back door, she was just sitting there patiently, waiting to be let in. (She would never bark to be let in.)
