I met a woman in the thrift store about a year ago. She was digging in a bin with tears in her eyes - I see this and ask "Rough day?" she proceeds to tell me her guinea pig is dying and she's trying to find a blanket to bury him in. I felt a twinge of remorse and pity for her - I had recently lost and buried my last rat Albert and of course they all had their own baby blankets. I put my things down and began to help her find the perfect 'pig' blanket and a friendship of sorts was born. She's a neat gal. We have dogs in common and don't discuss much more than animals, and each other's days and the store when we do meet by happenstance. It's nice having a friend that you don't do history with. She recently asked me what I did for a living. I asked her as well - she's an attorney. She asked me last week if I would puppy sit for her while she's at the beach. Of course. I go to her georgeous home, and meet her 7 Pomeranians, 1 Chow, 1 cat, 2 birds, and ......the baby English Bull Mastiff who is 8 weeks old and just the coolest ever. Teething, using the Pomeranians tails for dental floss. So I'm not sure what they had in mind when they asked me to come in, feed, clean up, water - but I spend 2-3 hours there with these kids, brought a radio and play classical music for them and leave their house spotless, give pets, love, snacks. Make ice blocks - I'm a dedicated furkid sitter. I have a doggie -loggie, I'm making the dogs write their Mom about my care every day from their point of view and telling her what I've done each day. It's pretty good. I'm going to take pictures too. (Mstangs idea) So today I get there and the garage door is open....I think - Maybe they're home??? Front door locked....back door unlocked, but shut. Mastiff missing, 1 pom missing. OMG - I AM SICK. I yell HELLO?? No note, no sign of life. I call the lady - no answer. OMG. I call the other dog sitter - she's a police officer...comes in the evening. No answer. Well then one of the pups got out and it was a foot race ----pomeranians are freakin' fast. I .......am not. 1/2 a mile later? I caught him. We got back to the house and I still can't find one. No Mastiff baby. NO Note....no note fell on floor, on my phone, email, text...nothing. So I called 911. After I was told to "CALM DOWN" The police show up and I'm so upset I can't even talk to that officer either. I needed someone to slap me. She said DEEP BREATHS....I do....explain....and wait - 5 minutes and they're there. I'm a mess...I'm in, I'm out - I'm in , I'm out. They're at the end of the road? I'm on the porch hopping up and down waiving like Forrest Gump on the Jenny at Lieutenant Dan. (it was just nearly that intense). They get there and I've walked all over everything and touched the door knobs....and I'm crying thinking about who would have that baby and what they would do to her. I'm sick....my heart hurts....I'm trying to figure out if the chest pains get anyworse if I'll need an ambulance. I can't find my Klonopin emergency pill in my purse to bite a piece off of.....(thinking if I take a hole one I'm going to jail for being stoned) and the officer is asking me stuff and I can't even figure out how to dial out on my phone or text.....nothing is making sense. NOTHING. Amazingly enough I stooped down and every pom came over and just stood there when I was crying and I got kisses and hugs....and the one that has been so standoffish? Laid at my feet and would not leave me be. Finally the officer came in and they were getting ready to write up a report, and I'm still crying and trying very hard to get my mess together and the officer asked if he could see the bottom of my shoe. In my mind Im thinking OMG he thinks I took the puppy???? But it was my foot print on the pad running out the door when the pom got out. I had taken pictures of ALL of them JUST INCASE....1.) because if someone got out? I'd have a picture to show an 2.) because they are all just so cute....and was going to do something special for their Mom. The cop couldn't belive it when I got out my phone and said HERE is the mastiff - Here - take my phone - get her picture out - FIND HER PLEASE. UGH. Just then the homeowner calls and said "MY HUSBAND CAME HOME AND TOOK THE MASTIFF." and after that I swear to you she could have said - AND YOU WON THE LOTTERY (BLAH BLOAH BLAH) ----I couldn't tell you what she said for nuttin. I heard PUPPY WITH HER DADDY and broke down crying. Okay - SHE IS SAFE. Good. .....Then I got angry -----I kept my mouth shut but the woman said HE LEFT THE GARAGE DOOR OPEN??? HE DIDN"T LEAVE YOU A NOTE???? HE LEFT THE GATE ON THE FLOOR??? HE LEFT THE HOUSE UNLOCKED? I kept thinking - Um....HELLO - THE PUPPY IS SAFE. FOR>>>>>>>GET the house. PUPPY SAFE. Babysitter going to the pharmacy for a nitro patch.....here.....help me. Nearly on the floor thinking 911 is going to have to come to get me for a stroke. It took THREE HOURS for my heart to stop feeling like some kind of twisted wash cloth - and that was WITH a 1/2 Klonopin. Her hubby called me and apologized over and over - to which I said "The puppy is all ALL I care about." Nothing else mattered to me. I counted noses on the roll call I have, I checked pictures I took to make sure everyone was there - I picked up, mopped, washed bedding, washed bowls, gave ice, put fresh pads down for potty.....dumped the trash, turned on a radio I brought them for classical music....left lights on - put down some rugs for sleeping....washed their toys.....gave cookie, love hugs.....shut the garage door, locked up and left. The man said "she's menopausal" so I said - "Yeah well you'll get no sympathy from me.....I'm older than she is...." he said "Well she tends to over react to things." and I said "Well you guys do things that make absolutely no sense to us, so when we respond to you it seems like overreacting and to us it seems like we've had to explain it to a 3rd grader. It's tough to find middle ground with an alien species sometimes." I told him to show up with a bottle of wine, some flowers...and tell her WE are cool.....house is fine......neighbors NOT home.....Cops are called.....COPASETIC is restored.....and the BABYSITTER is not dead......YET. OMG......I so want to find Raoul provided he has NO pets. If these people had ANY idea HOW much I LOVE.....not just like - LOVE their furkids.....I mean I wanted an AMBER FUR alert BOLO out on the highway .....NOW. I just kept thinking of her in someones tiny bathroom being miserable for her whole life. sick Okay going to nap now....crisis averted.....No moster behind the door - (you know in the horror movie when you know there's a monster and the girl opens it anyway and gets killed and you're like WHY did she do that? Why didn't she call the cops?? So this time - I just called the cops. No regrets.... =====Can cross this off my list of businesses I'd like to start. Todays note included - Dear Mommie - Is Nitro-glycerine patches for fleas? The lady said she needed some. UGH. Oh and the little poodle that wandered into our yard on Monday - *Don Cornelius - Souuuuuuuuuullllll Train (sounded like his howl) he got a lovely home with a very beautiful blonde woman, and her super nice biker husband, and will be groomed to the nines today, have his teeth cleaned, get a bow, bracelets, nails clipped, shots, flea treatment, heartworm test and preventative.....and spoiled then put up for adoption. however....being a white poodle she said it was a little up in the air as to whether they would keep his name "Cornelius". (bummer) -once she hears him belt out Souuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllll she'll keep it. lol.