Who Let the Dog Out?...Not This Girl

Even my dog back home doesn't look at me with those eyes...

Well I can say that I have officially been a pet sitter now AND I did not kill said pet....go me. Just go ahead and ask me what I haven't done this summer. Anyway yesterday morning, the neighbors dropped off their Irish Setter named Riley. He is almost 100 pounds which is actually very terrifying because dogs and I have not always gotten along. AND a 100 pound dog could kill me if he wanted to. When I was really, really young, a dog supposedly snapped at me when I went to pet it and, although my mom had to tell me that story because I don't remember it myself, I was kind of scarred all the way through childhood. It also didn't help that a few years later I was with my mom when she was bitten by a dog, so overall just some really awful experiences with the canine variety. From then on, I ran in fear of any kind of dog: small, big, ugly, cute, loud, quiet, you get the picture. As I've grown up, I've had to remind myself that I am now usually much bigger than most dogs so they are probably scared of me and yadi yadi yada. I do have to say that I was worried for nothing because Riley has ended up being a complete sweetheart. He even laid by my bed all night. What a gentleman. What I did NOT appreciate, though, was being woken up at 6:30 this morning because he was hungry. I rolled over and hoped he would let me sleep. He did..for maybe half an hour..and then woke me up again. I grudgingly stomped downstairs, put food in his bowl, and then let him outside. After that I crawled back into bed and thank god I was able to get back to sleep.
Today I also went to pick my cousin up from the airport. I don't really know why I bother even using a GPS because I usually end up missing exits and then getting kind of lost. Today that also happened but somehow I stumbled upon a different way to get to the airport and it ended up being much faster. Maybe I have somehow gained a sense of direction here..or maybe I'm just extremely lucky. Anyway, she is now home, and I am no longer here alone WHOOOHOOO. I leave DC in exactly two weeks. And my family will be here in less than two weeks. And I have an entire portfolio to put together of all the work I have done here sooner than that. Alright leggo! (According to Urban Dictionary, using "leggo" instead of the phrase "let's go" is the most unintelligent thing to say and my IQ must be very low..well it's not and I'm still going to use it so ha)