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How NOT to make money for Christmas Just a brief intro. This is not an exclusive yorkie story, but a humorous little story that I wrote for my works quarterly newsletter. I have a alluded to it in a couple of threads because some things we were yakkin about made me think of it. I mean funny stories are funny stories..yes? I had recently lost Lei, my beauty queen yorkie of 13 years. I laid out a large amount of money that I don't have and was looking for way to make a bit of money on the side to help pay some of this debt. Well here is my answer to that wee dilema. haha Brilliant Ideas for Money Making Occasionally, one may have an idea pops into a person’s head that transcends all other more mundane ideas. Recently, such an idea firmly attached itself to my feeble but endearing little brain. Following is how the idea unfolded. I decided I needed to make a little extra Christmas money, so as I was perusing Craigslist, (my latest addiction of choice), I came across an ad asking for someone to take care of their little (emphasizing little here) 8lb s**tzu over the holidays while they go off to Hawaii. Immediately I see dollar signs dancing and swirling in my little noggin as I think to myself, “ Oh yeah, I’m the one! I’m the one! Pick me! Pick me!” I fired off a mail expressing how wonderful I thought it would be to have a little one around the house for the holidays as my last little pup, Corkie, and I, are still mourning the passing of our little Lei. I got a call back and after a brief interview over the phone, I was picked! Oh my, easy money, Yes? Read on……….. This little pup, ok…STOP. I have a 4lbYorkie, and the little darling that arrived was more like 18lbs of raw energy. Still and all, I’m thinking, “this will be nice to have a sweet energetic pup for the holidays to bring some liveliness into our otherwise kinda old and sedated, sedentary lives.” Again, STOP. What was I thinking???? Icey (terror’s name) gets up with boundless energy, leaping tall buildings and small terrified yorkies. Racing thru the house and out to the side yard we go, (whew, we made it). She’s the Al Unser of the canine world. Thankfully she carries out her business all the while running circles and laying track back there, while alerting the neighborhood that we are up. (Yeah the neighbors only glare at me now). Back into the house we go. Breakfast time! Oh, this dog has a breakfast time! The only problem now is that since she is staying with me, food is her last priority! Corkie is cringing in the corner waiting for the onslaught to begin, while preparing to fight tooth (ok her teeth are gone) and nail for her own little corner! Yipppeeeee, as she tackles Corkie for a little canine caressing. Licking and nipping Corkie and ignoring my screams to leave poor Cork alone! Then she turns and attacks! Jumping and twirling, licking, and nipping…she is screaming in dog lingo, “ pet me, play with me, hug me, kiss me, pay attention, throw the ball, open the door, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here!!!!!! “ After peeling her off Corkie, I spend a little time trying to calm her a bit and give her some NEEDED attention. Now it’s time for me to get ready for work. SHE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT MY WORK SCHEDULE. She continues as previously quoted. I’m exhausted and I’m not even out the door for work, but off I go! Now it’s time to go home (I usually e-mail Kelli and ask for overtime so I don’t have to go home!) She always says “NO, go home to your little money maker!” (ok I made that part up! But I’m desperate..ok??? Once home, we repeat the morning routine as I try to get her ready for a walk. Oh @#$%^ she escaped when I opened the front door!!. OFF she goes, into the street and over to the school! Running like a maniac (envision if you can or have the stomach for, a 55 year old woman with 50lbs extra padding, waddling as fast as she can after this DARLING LITTLE s**tZU! ) Does she stop? OHHH NO! Does she hear one curse..err word I’m SCREAMING? OHHHH NO!! She is again expounding in Doggie Dialect, “I’m Free….I’m Free…dear God I’m Free”… sound familiar?” So she’s free…OH GREAT!! Oh good GAWD, now a huge truck is coming!! I have to run/waddle out and stop it, all the while, wilding flinging my arms, alternating with kneeling, and praying to God, to let the truck strike me before the dog. How would I explain to the family that I let something happen to their dog??? Whew, he stopped!! Now, I just have to capture my elusive prey “aka” charge. Thirty minutes later and two spills on my knees, I have the little DARLING in my clutches. She is happy and exhausted. I’m calling the paramedics as I’m sure heart failure is about to commence. It’s been three days now and I’m marking my calendar off. Day one, day two, day three… These have been the longest days of my life and the family does not retrieve their little bundle until Christmas Eve. Corkie is now in canine counseling with Dr Phil. Yes he is not just a psychiatrist for victims, errrr human patients. Woe is me………… what the HELLO was I thinking? So before you look into making a little extra dinero, please learn from me and KNOW what you are getting into! J Merry Christmas Author on extended leave |
Great story. I felt your "pain" while reading it. I was anticipating a punchline like - you didn't get paid, your furniture was destroyed, and they never came back to get s**tzu. |
OMG... that was hilarious! I took care of a yorkie for a month to make some extra cash earlier this summer and she was psycho as well! The "well potty trained" little devil peed everywhere except her pee pad. She too liked to bolt out the door. But luckily I lived in an apartment complex away from any busy streets. Good times. haha! |
Great story! I was visualizing every moment, lol, and sympathizing - I've had to chase Roxy more than once, dodging cars, catching strange stares only to catch her as she stops to sniff the new poopies in the neighborhood. You're a super writer:). |
That story was so funny... quite a few chuckles here... made my day! I plan to stay poor for Christmas after all! :D:D |
What a great story.......as a full tgime dog sitter i've had a few of those moments myself! |
thanks and glad you all enjoyed it. It was a memorable experience. Icey..the little darlin was really the cutest dang thing. He really had an awesome personality and I laughed a lot during those ten days. But I was so relieved when he went home and Corkie could wander the house in peace and I was not so scared something bad would happen to someone elses baby! Three cheers for those of you who do dogsitting. It takes a special person and I'm in awe. I know if I sit for someone again, I will make sure it is a laid back little one or one really old..hahaha |
Bumped for Taylors Mommie This is for TaylorsMommie who missed this |
OMG!! LMAO!! I am seriously dying here... dying of stomach cramps from laughing uncontrollably picturing you chasing this pouncing pooch! What a site it must have been! Wish I was a fly in your neighbourhood for that one! Hehe! Just make sure that doesn't happen again - I wouldn't want you to overextend yourself again, nor would I want you to have to explain to the pooches parents what happened. Your secrets safe with us! Good luck for the rest of the babysitting time. LOL |
hehe thanks. This is pretty much how it went down too. Shhhh our secret. I don't think I'm going to advertise or answer any ads to babysit again. Too stressful. Unless of course they are OLDDDD :-) |
OMG, this was so funny I had to laugh out loud and at the same time I could feel all your pain. Maybe this x-mas you should try sewing....lol ;) |
Well I make wire sculpture jewelry and bead, sew and play video games.. LOL none of it makes me any money but less stressful..hehe |
That was hysterical! Was that a true story of yours? :) |
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