My friend Kathy and I share the same pet care guy. Kathy has known our guy, Joe, for years. He helped her out years ago with her St. Bernard, Elsa. After Elsa, she had a cat- sweet Wheezy, who curled up next to her while she withstood chemotherapy and radiation. Joe was there to help out whenever she needed a hand.
In the meantime, I had gone through a number of different pet care people. Kathy herself used to help me out but when her own battles took over her life I realized that I needed to find some pet care that I could count on. So Joe became my guy as well.
The thing about Joe is that he can be counted on 110% of the time. He leaves me a detailed note about how he fed the cats, changed the water, and cleaned the litter box. His note always mirrors the directions I leave for him.
Recently, Kathy acquired a new St. Bernard- Winter. Wheezy left us a few years ago, so she was back in touch with Joe today. Which is how we came to talk about him over dinner at her place tonight.
"Oh, there's a text from Joe," she said as she showed me her phone.
I noted the contact at the top of the text.
"Yea, I call him Joe Dog," she laughed.
I smiled and pulled out my phone. "That's funny, I call him Catsitter Joe."
17 hours ago