outnumbered

So, for the last week I've had two dogs roaming the house. Mine, of course, and the dog that I watch from time to time. His name is Jake, and he's the sweetest boy. In dog terms, my code word for sweet is, of course, stupid, but I love him and every time I get to watch him is fine by me. He's a very sweet boy, as it were.

Once upon a time (a few months ago), I entertained the idea of having two dogs. This is a bad idea.

Ultimately, I think it could work in the long term. In the short term, it's a nightmare. For starters, you are OUTNUMBERED. You think the dogs might play with each other and give you some free time, but this is wishful thinking at best. Stupidity at worst. Each wants attention in the worst way, chiefly from you, the caregiver. I figured out the easiest way to make my own dog jealous, and that was to get in a catcher's stance and talk to both of the dogs. Jack would cut Jake off at the pass at every attempt to get close to me and in time of desperate measures he would bite at his neck. That's MY daddy, bitch, stay away.

I have long since come to the conclusion that a second dog will be in my future just as soon as a second person lives in this house to pay the bills and share the responsibility.

I won't be having a second dog for quite some time.