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|Monday, 22nd November 2004|
How about babysitting my puppy for a couple of days?Dagmar knows how to ask a favour: Just take her out a couple of times per day, refill her food and water and that is it. And Mick, my cat will take care of him self. Well, he'd better as cats obey humans even less than dogs do.
On babysitting eve Dagmar instructs me briefly. Yet, my memory can't cope with her flood of facts. In despair I try to digest her streaming audio as good as I can. We practice the whole thing, go for a stroll with Jessy. It is a bit uncomfortable, but the real boss at hand all's fine.
At home she is happy with a cookie in her bench and sleeps the major part of the morning. So far so good.
This quiet moment is welcome to get acquainted with the new Office software on my new laptop. These few days are a fine opportunity to convert the sheets of the SUMit roster design training into Open Office Impress.
It is so strange to walk the life of somebody else. Complete strangers address me.
Back home the cat has squatted the bench. She enjoys the conquered territory like a Roman emperor. This must be a revanche. The cat serves as a model for the pup. It is fun to see how the little one mimics the big cat in just about everything. So, the pup loves the cat's hummock and tries to eat cat food. But now the tables have turned, the cat has taken the dog's favourite place.
I bet this is a good time to go for a walk with the dog. When we just passed the block I hear a cat screaming through the night. Which idiot leaves a cat outdoors in the dark? O dear, I bet this could me. It seams that the moaning originates from the balcony for the whole neighbourhood to hear. This better be the fastest stroll ever.
With a bit of canned food I lure the cat back indoors. Silence is back. The whole neighbourhood may now enjoy a good night's sleep.
How to silence a dog in the middle of the night? I haven't got a clue. If only Dagmar was at home, she'd know what to do. Call Chantal of the dog school to end my panic? No, not at three o'clock in the night.
The best that comes to mind is to go for a stroll.
Grumbling I get dressed, pick up Jessy and open the front door as quietly as possible.
I see a black shadow passing.
The cat is up and away in the stairs of this apartment building.
O dear, I just hope the does not start singing taking full advantage of the excellent acoustics.
I call him as quietly as possible
The cat stops and sits down, looks at me in amazement, turns around and flees back indoors.
It is raining outside. Indoors I make slow but steady progress making my sheets for the roster design training. In between jobs I wash the dishes and prepare the welcome-back-dinner.
In between showers I make my rounds with Jessy. It is fine as long as I stick to the well known route. All this walking has worn out the inner sole of my shoe. I make a preliminary repair with a piece of cardboard.
I pack my things, finish cooking and get my coat. Jessy halts as soon as we divert from the well known route. Yes, I know, the weather is terrible, yet we really have to head in a different direction. It is a bit of a struggle to get this pup going. Again and again she sits down at strike on the cold wet street. In despair I just pick her up and carry her all the way to the train station.
When Dagmar disembarks from the train Jessy seems ignorant of her boss approaching. Only when she is right in front she gets very enthusiastic. She jumps into Dagmar's arms, wags her tail and licks her boss a warm welcome. I'd like to hug Dagmar too. Hip hip hurray, the puppy mama is back!
Walking back home is a joy. Jessy listens very well to her real boss. Everything is so smooth and easy going!