Instead of doing real work this morning, I have spent the last 1.5 hours coordinating travel for:
Meetings in Philadelphia
Meetings in Chicago
Meetings in San Francisco
Of course all of these are back to back….so I literally traveling from the east coast, to midwest, and then to the west coast in 2 days….and after 2 days on the west coast, I was supposed to fly back to the east but 4 flights in 3 days, ehhh…perhaps I will hang out on the west coast a bit longer.
The ex offered to watch Massimo for me today because he was working from home and I am watching his dog for 3 days this week.
He went to take out Massimo late morning…Massimo walks out his apartment door and proceeds to stand at the top of the steps and pee…. it runs down the full flight of steps. Ex gets all frazzled, cleans it up, takes the dogs for a walk.
They come home, he goes back to working. About a half hour later he realizes he doesn’t know where Massimo is. He looks around his 600 sq. foot place and cannot find him nor is Massimo appearing when called. He starts to panic and thinks he left him outside…goes to look for him, comes up empty. Then he starts freaking out thinking he left the sliding glass door open and Massimo fell off the balcony….is frantically looking over the edge. Nothing. At this point he told me he is convinced he lost Mo and I am going to kill him.
He starts looking around the apartment again and checks under the bed…there is Mo, sleeping between 2 Rubbermaid tubs…refusing to come out.
I don’t think he will be offering to dog sit again anytime soon,