My sister’s family has been visiting grandparents out of state this past week so we have been dog-sitting for them.  (I wish they could return the favor when we go out of town but, well, you’ll see why they don’t in a minute.)

Zeus is a Yorkie and quite used to being overlooked by my sister’s boys.  He’s not a “rough and tumble” dog but a lap dog.  He prefers to sit quietly in a chair beside a calm adult.  So my girls scare him to death.  Apparently two energetic little girls chasing him and yelling isn’t his idea of fun.

One thing he doesn’t mind the girls doing, though, is walking him.  And Caelan has taken on that job with glee.

Apparently Zeus is now her “best dog” and as she walks him we hear running commentary, “Me and puppy are going this way” and “fast running Zeus!”  It’s so incredibly cute.

Caelan is a rather greedy little girl bad share-er and doesn’t like to let her sister have a turn walking Zeus.  Luckily we have Toby, who is our dog.  He’s over 11 years old and quite gentle.  Which is lucky as he weighs double what Brenna does.

Doug stays close by to help if Toby happens to pull but, mostly, Brenna has it covered.

Like I said my sister won’t dog sit for me; apparently a 90 pound dog is more work than a 9 pound dog.  Or he takes up more room.   But we’ve enjoyed having Zeus this week.  The girls have been taking care of him, feeding and watering him, helping me put him out to potty.

They will miss him when he’s gone.  So much so that we are considering a small dog “of their own” as a Christmas gift…