Tag: Housesitting

Bat in the House!

Bat in the House!

Bat in the cave! No, that’s not code for a booger in your nose, that’s a video of an actual, live, wild bat who let himself in when I was housesitting. I tried to capture him on video without screaming, but that was a challenge 

Mitch Visits!

Mitch Visits!

If you haven’t heard from me in a while, it’s because I’ve been too busy having fun with my bestie who came for a visit from Minnesota last week. I’m dogsitting, but the pup, Zero, is so cool we let him join the gang and 

Twins

Twins

I’m housesitting for a sweet boxer who looks more human every day.

Really, the resemblance is uncanny.

Tarantula!

Tarantula!

This was intended to be a backpost from earlier this summer when my friend spotted a tarantula in her living room moments before I drifted off on the couch.  (Yep, it woke me up.) Very fitting, since I’m housesitting for her this week and guess