Vacation All I Ever Wanted...

I have been house sitting for my parents since last Saturday and while most people hate for vacation to end I can't wait to get back home. I have had to feed and water and play with six dogs, not including my own as well as feed and water a rabbit. My parents live in the middle of nowhere in the country and the house is surrounded by dirt, trees, bugs and who knows what else. I am not a country girl. For the first two days my brother, his girlfriend and my nephew were here and it wasn't so bad. Brittany fed and watered the dogs and I didn't have to mess with them. Well, they left on Monday to join my parents and then I had to take over all the chores. First, my brother's dogs decided they wanted to terrorize my little chihuahua, who is used to being the only pet and he did not take kindly to any attention that was not smothered on him. He has given me the stink eye all week. Then my brother's dog, Snoopy, who is the Houdini of dogs managed to get his metal chain off the stake and go into the woods where the metal chain became snagged on who knows what and I had to go into the woods to free him. Now, obviously, I did not go too deep into the woods. I made Snoopy pull as far as he could to release him from the snagged chain and then put him in the house. My brother's friend, Adam, had to come over and try to find the chain which he never did find but hooked up another one for the meantime. The next day I look out the window and he has overturned his water bowl and peed all over it. Why? Who knows, he's a gross dog. This morning I put him back out and he overturns his water bowl (after I had just filled it with fresh cold water), pees on it, then grabs the chain in his mouth and is out there pulling on it trying to break free. Why me? Then my little dog decides to follow my parents' ancient beagle out to the road and won't come back. I called my cousins and made them come get him, I couldn't handle the thought that he may get run over because he was being a little turd. Now, my parents' beagle, Norman, is the world's oldest dog on earth. He has turned white and has cataracts and every skin condition a dog can have. He wants to go in and out of the house every five minutes. As soon as I let him out he howls to come back in. No sooner have I let him in then he is howling to go outside. My mom and dad tell me that he is old and just let him do what he wants. I can barely sit down for a few minutes and there is Norman, howling and barking to go in or out. Even though Norman is practically a fossil he still goes up the driveway and walks up and down the road every day. He is blind and I'm pretty sure he's deaf, or else he just has selective hearing, but he has his routine and he sticks to it. Now, after all of this, I welcome going back to work and getting up early every day just to be back in my own house and in my own bed with just my little dog to worry about and a fenced in backyard so I know he isn't going anywhere.