About a week ago, I volunteered to dog sit for a friend and his wife. I had seen pictures of their dog but had never actually met him so earlier in the week I came over for our “introduction”. I knew he was a bigger dog but holy crap I had no idea he was this big. After my initial shock at his size, I began asking questions like “He’s not going to take off down the street when I let him out to go to the bathroom is he (the yard is not fenced in)? Because he’ll just be gone if he does. There’s no way I can chase him down and bring him back. In the middle of the night he’s not going to forget who I am and then eat my face is he? Because that would really suck.” So I really didn’t ask that second question but I for sure thought it.
Turns out he’s a huge dog, with a loud scary bark which is great if there’s an intruder. Seeing and hearing him should send the prowler running. If not we’re in trouble because Walter is the most gentle, laid back dog ever. And lucky for me he’s incredibly trained. These pictures really don’t do his size justice at all. His body comes up to my hip and his head reaches my elbow. And he weighs more than me by about 15 or 20 lbs.
I’ve only been with him a little over 24 hours and still have 9 days to go. I’m enjoying it but I can’t help but think he thinks I’m dull. You know life might be on the pathetic side when a dog finds you boring. And when you’re constantly talking to him…like I’ve been doing. Last night I couldn’t find his leash and kept asking him where it was as though he might magically be able to answer me. Instead he just kept looking at me with his droopy, sad face that seemed to say, “I’m a dog you idiot!”
I did finally find the leash and today we braved the wind and little bits of snow to go for a walk. We got plenty of stares, I assume because he’s huge and it looked like he was taking me for a walk instead of the other way around. A few people even commented that he was a good looking dog which I of course took full credit for. One elderly gentleman came outside and wanted to pet him. He said he used to have a similar dog only slightly smaller. And I kept thinking it was a good thing Walter has been trained not to jump up on people because he would have knocked this old man down and he probably would have broken his hip.
Only 24 hours into it and I’m already attached to him. He’s the perfect mix of huge and scary looking which makes him look cool and tough and yet, so far his favorite thing to do is lay down and sleep which is cool to me. As long as it’s not next to me in the bed.