I may be a puppy, but I was not born yesterday. Something felt off last week when I got "lost" for a whole day, so I did not think it was a coincidence that I managed to get "lost" again today under the same unusual circumstances -- early morning departure, car ride, travel crate door opens, scooped up by a stranger.
I spent my day with a pack of other dogs and puppies. They were nice to me, but I am still a little shy around them (and now suspicious!)
Here I am hopping off the pillow bed while "lost." One of my new human pals, Bev, took the photo for me, so I would like to thank her for supplying me with the proof of today's ordeal.
As expected, the sitter "found" me at the end of a very long day. Now if my account of today's calamity ended there, I would not have been so enraged. Once I was returned to the sitter and safely tucked away in my travel crate, I saw something very, very terrible.
A transaction! Suddenly everything made sense.
The sitter PAID for me to get lost today. She outsourced her duties of tending to my needs! When she should be playing with me, and tickling me, and taking me around the block, and giving me food, she had someone else do it for her.
My little heart is metaphorically broken to think that I can be shuffled around so easily. Do not get me wrong -- my human pals at Ottawa Doggy Daycare are nice to me, but I am appalled that the sitter calls herself a "sitter." She is a scam artist, as far as I am concerned. Obviously I will be watching her much more closely now.
Wish me luck, world! Only 22 days to go.
Love, Gracie
Gracie, you are right to be enraged. This is the top of a very slippery slope. Today's doggy daycare becomes tomorrow's coal mine. You need to send a clear message. A deliberate poop in the sitter's living room should do the trick. Good luck!
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