Sometimes I house-sit and pet-sit for my best friend's parents when they go on trips since my work schedule is so spotty. It is kind of fun for me because I get to "play house" by cooking my own meals and taking care of the pup/cat/fish. I do cook here at home sometimes, but I don't do most of the grocery shopping and I have some particular eaters in my house so I feel pretty limited in what I can make there.
The pup is a half great Pyrenees and half St. Bernard, and so he's a challenge sometimes because I am very opposed to feeding dogs table scraps (but his head is right at dining table height) and this 170-lb ball off fur and slobber likes to think that he's a lap dog. Once you get used to sacrificing five-sixths of the couch, and being pushed out the way every time (and I mean every time) you go up the stairs, he is a gentle-hearted and happy dog. He also really loves when Adam comes by...
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