It's a narcissistic dogs life..

My major duty as a guest of Jim's house is to walk Walker the dog. Other things I obviously like to do in my spare time: rub rubber, fold folding chairs, wash washers, fire firemen, etc.

Anyway, Walker kinda owns me. If I am around during the day (which I try not to be because I am out looking for jobs or at least activities to generate money), he comes to the edge of the stairs above my room (I live in the basement) and whimpers in a high pitch until I go play with him. When I resist, he sits on the ground directly above my room and pounds his hind legs on the floor boards. I then take him for a walk and typically step in Dog shit. One other thing of note, when I throw him a tennis ball, he will sprint like a bat out of hell to get the ball. Then he'll wander around for a bit and drop the ball behind a bush or in some other extremely inconvenient area and expect me to get it. I wasn't aware the the pastime of "fetch" was purposed for the human.

Sometimes I find myself talking to the dog (which probably means I should really put this job search deal in full throttle). Today, we were at the door ready to go for a walk, but I realized I needed to my keys, so first I said "Hold on a sec.." Obviously realizing Walker couldn't understand me, I quickly tried to fix my error by saying "Un momento.." As if he would understand Spanish, but not English..

Anyway, Walker has a hot spot. (possibly from banging on the floorboards...) I feel bad and hope he gets well soon.