And Thus it Becomes a Venting Medium

I'm annoyed.  And crabby.  I wonder if it is me.  Is it?

I was looking for a doggie sitter for Levi over Thanksgiving.  I posted on our local base Facebook page and 2 ladies offered.  I messaged back and forth with the first one.  I was a little annoyed that she didn't seem to answer questions directly.  If I ask, "Would you like me to bring the dog over so you can meet him?" and she responds with, "What is your address?"  I wonder if I was unclear.  I was starting to feel a little less secure in my decision when she had other comments on the base FB page about working late hours.  Levi needs to not be kenneled all day and that was not inspiring confidence.

I messaged back and forth until we seemed to have an agreement of dates and money and she had said she'd come over this afternoon to meet him.  Am I crazy for wanting to meet someone before letting them take my dog for a week?  Is it odd that she would rather come here to meet him than to let me come to her house?  If my dog is going to go to her house for a week, does it not make sense to have a getting to know you visit there beforehand?  It did not seem to be a priority to her.  And I had no clue where she lived.  The only clue I had was when she mentioned that she wasn't going to be on the base on the day I invited her to meet Levi.  Great, all I know is that she lives off base.  Am I odd for thinking that this might be important?

This afternoon I messaged her to see if she was still coming.  She said no, she didn't have the gas.

So, um, yeah.  I don't like you anymore lady.

I'm crabby.  I am annoyed with you.  I'm angry because I thought this was all taken care of and now I have zero trust or confidence in you.  And I feel guilt because I agreed to pay you to watch my dog.  And based on other comments, it seems like money is tight for you.  Well, those comments and the fact that when I adjusted the doggie-sitting from Tuesday to Monday, you doubled what you wanted me to pay.  I feel bad that you are strapped for cash.  I feel bad that my sense of loyalty makes me feel bad for backing out of our agreement, but this is my dog and I don't trust you.  Bah!

I also feel bad because in the last hour, I did contact the other lady (who I had better vibes about but had already agreed to let the first lady watch the dog) and she's happy to dog sit, for half the cost of the first lady.  So I am very happy about that, but I still feel like a jerk for not going with lady #2.  Who I haven't told I'm backing out on yet.

I think I need some chocolate.