Life as a Chicago dog-wrangler

Yesterday I unexpectedly found myself with twice as many dogs as usual. My neighbor was shocked when she walked out the front door and saw this: 

“Wait, you got more dogs!?” she stuttered

Much to my neighbor’s relief I informed her the new additions were just guests for the day. And oh what a day it was. The inmates ran the asylum, jumping and romping across every inch of my small apartment. I thought walks would be the toughest part of the day, but I never guessed how difficult getting out the door would be.

Once I said the word “outside” it was complete anarchy in front of the door

There was one quiet moment, but it wasn’t a relaxing one. Once I said the word “hungry” there was nowhere for me to escape. Literally, I was surrounded.

“There’s four of us and one of you. Don’t do anything anything stupid. Hand over our dinner.”

Walked, exercised and fed, the gang eventually settled down. When Emily came home she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the four-dog circus and their hapless ringleader.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em

Dutch and Riley go home today so I’ll be left with only two dogs to keep up with. It’s pretty much going to be a vacation!



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