While Son #1 and family have gone on short trip, The Husband and I are babysitting their great beast of a dog, Axel.
He is a Rottweiler. He weighs roughly 160 pounds. He is a gentle giant, not a vicious bone in his body, but dang he is stubborn. He does what you ask him if it suits him.
The Husband and I do not have a pet and do not want one. Both of our sons have pets. We have babysat dogs and cats for Son #2, but this is the first time Son #1 has asked us to babysit Axel. We had to day yes because we've babysat two dogs and a cat for Son #2. Gotta be fair.
Axel arrived last night with a dogfood bowl the size of a big mixing bowl and a wireless fence. When we let him out this morning to "do his business," he trotted out to the limit of his fence and would not come back when called. He went over to the neighbor's yard and dropped a massive poop. The Husband and I called and called, and he'd stop and look at us for a second or two, then continue his investigation of his unfamiliar surroundings. There is no such thing as clipping a leash on his collar and dragging him back to the house. At 160 pounds, he is impossible to lead.
I wanted to choke him. After about 15 minutes, The Husband and I gave up and started back to the house, at which time he came barreling toward us like a freight train and ran straight onto the back porch and into the house when we opened the door.
This is going to be a l-o-n-g weekend.
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