For the last few years, I’ve been making extra money petsitting (taking care of people’s animals when they’re out of town). Both of these stories are kind of old but mostly because I know better now.
The first one was a woman with a dog and a cat. She needed me to come by twice a day for a week to feed the animals and walk the dog, plus stuff like cleaning the catbox, watering plants, and collecting the mail. When I was getting the details of the job from her, I asked where she kept her cleaning supplies, in case the dog had an accident in the house.
She told me that I wouldn’t need them, because the dog never had accidents.
I said I believed her, but I’d like to know just in case.
She said that it didn’t matter, because I wouldn’t use them, because her dog had never had an accident in the house.
This went on for an embarrassingly long time until she finally told me her cleaning stuff was in a hall closet. I thanked her, confirmed the dates, and left without checking it because I didn’t want to risk making her more upset.
Well, the second day I come in the dog had made a huge mess all over the dining room floor. I have to clean it up, so I go to the hall closet and there is no cleaning stuff. I look in the other closet. I look under the sink. I look in the laundry room. If she owns any cleaning supplies they are extremely well hidden, so I clean it as well as I can with dish soap and paper towels.
The next time I bring my own cleaning stuff so I can actually do something, and the dog’s made another mess. I clean them both up, feed and walk the dog, and try to figure out what to do about this. I end up having to come and walk the dog three times a day instead of twice, which sucks because I only charged for twice a day but it’s better than having to clean up dog mess every morning.
The second one were a husband and wife who wanted me to actually stay at their house, overnights and all. They had four dogs who needed a lot of attention (one was blind) and agreed to pay extra for it, so I was willing to do it.
The problem was that the husband collected guns. Historical guns mostly, like pistols from the Civil War or whatever, which is pretty cool except I’m very uncomfortable around guns and these guns weren’t in a safe or anything, they were displayed around the house. I mentioned that I wasn’t comfortable around them and they told me that they always put the guns in a safe when they went out of town so there shouldn’t be any out when I was there.
Anyway, they didn’t. There were maybe one or two empty displays but practically all of the guns were still out: hanging on the wall, in a case on a table, propped up in the corner of the fucking bedroom. I got zero sleep the first night because, as it turns out, it’s hard to rest with a fucking rifle staring at you from directly beside the bed. I ended up sleeping at home and coming in real early for the rest of that job (thankfully just a weekend). I know it was dishonest since I said I’d stay overnight but I honestly did not care. The dogs were fine, the mail was brought in, it made no difference.
Tl;dr: When hiring a petsitter, tell them where your cleaning stuff is, or if you don’t have any then let them know so they can bring their own and not have to clean your carpet with dish soap. Also, put away your guns.