We are dog sitting this weekend. Only due to allergies the dog can't come and stay here (much to Meg's disappointment and Amy's vexation) so we visited our dog friend every couple of hours throughout the day. A morning walk and feed, a check in at lunch time, afternoon walk and feed and evening walk before bed. The girls were thrilled.
The dog less so.
The dog is 17 years old and a recent migrant to the area. She doesn't like snow.
Really doesn't like it. Even with two wool jumpers on she limits her trips outdoors to the absolute minimum necessary for doggy ablutions.
The girls really did their best- they were encouraging and pleading and bouncing and gave lots of demonstrations of suggested 'going for a walk' style departures teamed with equally energetic "Let's go!!" and "Walk time!!" A neighbour stuck her head over the hedge to see what was going on and pointed out the dog may speak Japanese.... So we tried again in Japanese but nope. She wasn't to be cajoled in any language.
The girls are having a ball with it and I think dog-sitting is the perfect pet experience for us- all the fun without the itching!