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Bringing a new dog sitter into your home can feel like a big transition, for both you and your pup. Dogs thrive on routine, familiarity, and clear expectations, so a little preparation goes a long way in helping them feel safe and confident with someone new. As a long‑time sitter, I’ve seen firsthand how a few simple steps can turn those first hours from anxious to easy. Here’s how to set your furry one up for success when a new sitter is staying with them. 🏡 1. Keep the En

If you had told 12‑year‑old me that one day I’d grow up and make dog sitting my career, I probably would’ve shrugged, grabbed a leash, and said, “Yeah… that tracks.” What I didn’t know back then was that the world would try very hard to convince me that pet sitting is a “starter job,” something you do for pocket money before you get a real  career. Well, here I am at 38, thriving, booked, and proudly proving that the “kid’s job” is actually my passion, my profession, and hone

When I dropped Ishka off at the groomer’s today, I found myself asking a very simple question: Why do some people wake up and choose  unpleasantries? Like… is it a hobby? A lifestyle? A calling? Our appointment was at 8 a.m.  I arrived at 8:04, which, in dog‑parent time, is basically early. I’m juggling my purse, my keys, and a very excited Ishka who is doing full‑body wiggles in my arms. I sprint up to the automatic doors… and they don’t open. Not even a pity shudder. Just a

The holidays sparkle with lights, laughter, and delicious food, but for our furry companions, the season can be a minefield of mischief. As a dog sitter, I’ve seen firsthand how quickly a “harmless” holiday moment can turn into a vet visit. Let’s unwrap some of the biggest holiday hazards and learn how to keep our pups safe while still enjoying the magic!   The Temptation of Holiday Treats Picture this: you’ve just set out a tray of chocolate truffles, and before you can say

Phoenix, my most recently adopted senior pitbull, has always carried herself with quiet strength. Once the queen of the couch and the guardian of the front door, she now spends her nights pacing, her paws tracing invisible circles in the dark. Her eyesight has dimmed to shadows, her hearing fades like whispers in the wind, and arthritis has made her hind legs stiff and sore. Watching her navigate this stage of life is both heartbreaking and humbling. There are moments when I

It was no use pretending everything was fine. Not with the smell. Not with the… situation . I stood in the hallway, one shoe on, one hand clutching a bottle of lavender spray like it was holy water. My dinner reservation was in twenty minutes. My hair was curled. My eyeliner was even. I had, for once, managed to wear something that didn’t have fur embedded in the fibers. And then came the sound. A wet, squelchy shuffle from the living room. Followed by a whimper. Followed by