I think we can safely declare our little clan to be animal lovers. Jo for the longest time would tell people I was growing a purple kitten instead of a baby sister for her. We had a dog when Jo was little and, in hindsight, he was the best. I wish Jo had memories of him other than what I've told her. He was a great dog for a baby.
So, here we find ourselves without a pet and joining the Foreign Service and therefore committing ourselves for the near future to not having a pet. You are more than welcome to have a pet in the Foreign Service and in fact many of our colleagues in the same position are already in possession of pets. We just don't want the extra hassle, heartbreak and budget headaches. However, a solution presents itself:
Dog sitting! Since we are dog lovers (some of us can even extend our love to cats) this is a gig we are totally up for. Meet Tanq, who we met in the elevator (I am always doing that thing where I talk to the dog and not the owner - much like people do with my girls. I absolutely understand it - kids and dogs are just inherently easier to talk to then real grown-up sized humans. How will I talk to people in pubic places when my children are grown???) and then jumped at the chance to dog sit when his owner threw it out on the class listserv.
And while Tanq does appreciate a cuddle (especially when his smallest groupie is on the move) it turns out his most favourite bed of all is freshly folded laundry.
No complaints from me, it just means I don't have to put it away, right?
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