Dog-Sitting

It ends up that Katie and I are going to watch a friend's dog while her and her husband are going on vacation for a few days.  The dog's name is "Frankie."  I don't even know what it is.  It's just this little scrawny thing.  Kind of looks like a beagle.

But last time we doggie-sat for it was when Katie and I were living at the apartment.  That thing shit everywhere, puked everywhere, and whined when we didn't give it any attention.

I told Katie I didn't mind watching the dog, as long as it's out on the front deck, so it can poop and pee and puke out there.  I'm sure our cats, Clovton and Cassifer (Bubba) will not care for a dog hanging around in the house for a few days.