Dog walking is an odd job and I love it for that. I have keys to million dollar homes. I’ve saved a client who was having a heart attack as I arrived. I’ve had to alter a route because a bear had wandered into the neighborhood (Midwest, not alaska). Ive experienced some weird stuff. One client in particular will always have my number though.
Her house was my second visit. I hopped in my jeep to send a quick “On my way!” She didn’t reply to the text, but I did see her active on Facebook mobile liking something. When I got to her place I knocked and waited to be polite. Waited. Nothing. Knocked again, then let myself in. “Emily?” I call out at a pretty high tone. I know she’s home. No biggie. She’s probably busy. I got a job to do. I start looking for the dog. Normally he is downstairs pushing his nose at the door to go. Nowhere to be seen. Ok sometimes he’s upstairs. So I walk up the stairs to this landing right above the main door where I called out.