Friday dogblogging: not my dog Skip

I’ve been dogsitting Skip this week: his people are away and so I’ve been looking after him to save him the horror and indignity of the kennel. He’s a sweet dog, but a bit neurotic -- thunderstorms freak him out, and we’ve had a few this week -- so I’ve had him at my place quite a bit (as opposed to just leaving him in his empty house and visiting him for walkies and food and such). He stayed every other night at my apartment, too, curled up on my bed with me. I’d have kept him here the whole week his people were gone, if not for the cats, who were Not Pleased with having this creature on the premises. Sam pretty much ignored Skip, but Cassie hid under the bed at first. After a few days of this, she clearly said to herself, “Hey! This is my house.” And then she stalked purposefully around in front of Skip, hissing at him as called for.

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