I'm watching Rachel Ray's dog for her while she's on a float trip this weekend. His name is Gator. He's like a blue tick hound mix. He's super cute and a pretty good dog. I'm not positive how old he his but he's maybe six months or so. Maybe a little older.
Rachel was worried about taking him to a kennel and since I might decide to have her take Riley when I go camping (and for sure water the vegetables), I told her I didn't mind dog sitting.
Gator came over late Friday night after Joe and I got back from the Oscar Meyer party in Mexico (Missouri, not the country, though that would be cool). He played with Riley some and Riley was super happy to see him! (Its always a toss up with how Riley will be around other dogs including her dog friends.) Contrary to what Rachel told me, Gator readily ate his food and didn't howl at all.
Saturday morning, I woke up because I heard him whinnying. He had peed in his crate but no big deal. He'd probably drank too much water when playing with Riley and I didn't hear him start whinnying. We went outside and he did his business. Several hours later, I noticed what looked like a line of dog urine near the couch. I couldn't determine for sure if it was urine or soda or whatever so again, no big deal. Throughout the day, I took Gator out and determined that he has the world's smallest dog bladder. Seriously, he's old enough that he should be able to go more than two hours without peeing. I know he goes all day when we are at school. Joe walked both dogs around 3 and they both did 1 and 2. Around six, I took them both out again before dinner. Gator didn't poop but since he already had, no big deal. About 8, I wondered where Gator was. And where was he? Pooping in the hallway! In retrospect, he did stand at the front door for a minute before wondering off but I thought it was because people were walking around out front and Riley was barking. So my carpet now has three little brown stains. Oh well, it was pretty much destroyed because of the cat anyway.
Eventually, it was bed time for me. I went back to enjoy sleeping on fresh sheets only to find that some creature had peed on my bed. Through my comforter, through the clean sheets, through the matress pad. Luckily not actually onto the matress. It could of been the cat doing it out of spite for bringing another dog into the house. It could of been Gator, which is my guess. I had to take the comforter to the laundromat this morning to get it washed. It cost me five dollars. Its still wet because I was out of quarters to get it dried.
This morning, Gator woke me up again with some whinnying. And poop in his crate. He hasn't eaten breakfast yet because he might have a touch of mixed bowel diarrhea.
Overall, minus the potty accidents, the stay has been good. Riley has enjoyed having someone to play with. She certainly is my dog. Friday night, she ran around showing Gator everything. 'Look its the rabbit! Look its my mommy's bed! Look this is the cat and you can grab him by the neck like this! Look this is my stuffed animal that Mom calls Elmo but I really know its a Barney! Look! Look! Gator! Look!' Riley and Gator both have had their grumpy moments and some growls and nips have been exchanged but nothing too bad. There are some videos I'll eventually get uploaded to here and to YouTube so watch for them. I think another dog would be okay!
Gator didn't know what the rabbit was. It was funny since he should be a rabbit dog. He was actually scared. I have a video of that too.
Roosevelt didn't know what to think at first. Now he knows that Gator is a dog and not like Riley. Roosevelt will hiss and growl at Gator and he normally gets the message and leaves the poor cat alone. Riley isn't getting hissed at and is satisifed to continue her cat mauling ways. Instead of hiding however, Roosevelt has taken to perching himself on top of things and watching to make sure nothing happens. Its rather cute. Poor kitty.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
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