I took another house sitting gig. Two weeks this time. Normally they’re pretty chill. I do them as a sort of writing retreat and, hey, i even get paid a little.
It’s like i’m doing the Neil Gaiman Stay-At-Famous-People’s-Homes-And-Write-Genius-Prose thing, but more of the bargain bin version.
Anyway, the gig was pretty annoying at first. The owners were not so good at giving me essential information, like the code to get in their gated community, or (one of my requirements) the password to their WiFi.
They also didn’t mention their dog likes to eat other dogs.