Nanny’s Daily Schedule

dogbookMost times, I have a pretty easy schedule. It can include a handful of dogs and a cat, mixed in with a dinner with my family.
Other days it can be as hectic as 11 dogs and 8 cats, not mixed in with a dinner with my family. In fact, that day I may not see my family at all.

I actually end my day with checking emails, sending replies, checking texts, sending replies, and rechecking my calender, and making my schedule. All just so I don’t forget a furry kid visit.

Then I put on my jammies, and crawl into bed. If my husband isn’t already asleep we may spend a few minutes gibbering on about our day, the kids, and Emma Joy. If he is asleep then he is most likely already snoring, and I have to roll him over. Of course this is the night, that I have to get up at 4am. But, in short of smothering him with a pillow, I power through it.

I fall asleep while my mind is racing about the next day. Do I have all my keys, do I have alarm codes, did I remember to put fresh water down, move the trash bins … the loud noise of the alarm goes off, right at 5am. I crawl out of bed, find my laid out clothes, run a brush through my hair, and one on my teeth – hoping to get the right ones to the right place. I, by the way, do this all by a night light, as to not wake up the rest of the family. Emma will sometimes get up with me, get a drink of water, checks on the girls, and goes back to bed with husband.

I grab that schedule I made, make some water, and head out to the first visit. I hope that today goes by smoothly, that everyone eats, no accidents, and I have the happy energy to spread my love, hugs and belly rubs to each and every furry kid. By the time I realize my tummy is growling, it is already noon. Then I think back to yesterday, did I even eat dinner? Ugh, I know I should make a lunch bag, but who wants to at 4am? Do I stop for more fast food, do I have a minute to run in for a cold sandwich? Have I even checked on husband? My kids? Crap, I know there is something I forgot! Then my phone makes the normal sound of receiving a text – from a client. Oooh yeah!

Between getting about 4-5 hours of sleep, maybe a shower, just now getting something to eat, making my rounds, I totally forgot to check in with the clients. I know, they all know, that even if I didn’t check in, their furry kids are ok. But I promised them that check in. So while I find a stopping place, I eat whatever crapola I found to shush that growling tummy. I return texts, emails, and phone calls. All is good and lots of happy furry kids. Then I set out on the afternoon rounds. These are the same furry kids that I have had every day for many years. These are the furry kids that never seem to get tired of me and my big loud happy hellos.

Sometimes at this point, I will head home, or mark a few things off the ‘ol nasty “To Do” list, that neeever seems to get shorter. Grocery Store, Home Improvement Store, Bank, Office Store .. you get the idea.

If, I head home, it’s right about the time my oldest is getting ready to head to work, I get to find out a little bit about her day. She gibbers on, and I listen and soak it all in. Who knows when this little memory will one day become a faded one. Then once she is gone, I can then sit at my desk and catch up on any emails, calls and vms that came in through out the day. Some Facebook time, webpage clean up, and some snuggle time with Emma Joy. Then the youngest comes in. She has some stories to tell, and her facial expressions are priceless, they mimic her stories. At this point it has been 12 hours, and I am trying my best to not nod off as she is talking.

It’s now time to start dinner rounds, and then soon bedtime rounds. Same schedule as this morning, same furry kids. When I walk into each home, they are just as happy as they were when I was there 12 hours ago! You know, I think that they were just sitting around, thinking of me, and knowing that I was coming back just as I promised! Food served, walks made, balls tossed, feather toys played with. Tummy rubs, head pats, ticked toes. I never get tired of it all.

The last furry kid visited, and everyone is snuggled in bed, it is now time for me to head home for the night – check emails, send replies, check texts, send replies, check my calendar, make my schedule … …

Some of my Favorite Things!

I’m headed to Anikan, Mena and Chewie’s house. Yes, their mom is a huge Star Wars fan!

I walk in and see Mena and then Chewie peeks around the corner. No Ani, because some days he has trouble coming down the stairs.

I say good morning to Chewie and Mena and pass my kisses around. Mena always has this adoring look on her face and Chewie is just begging for me to pick him up and cradle him like a baby. One of my favorite things.

I tell them “come on let’s go upstairs and see Ani”. Chewie follows and knows its treat time when Ani gets his meds. Mena doesn’t follow, but she’s never too far from the treats.

Before I make it up the stairs I hear Ani’s meow. He’s excited to see me, I know because he is in his sweet head butting pose. I waste no time returning those head butts. I pat his rear and kiss his nose. One of my favorite things.

I get the meds and treats ready. I tell Ani “lets go” and he slowly makes his way to the bathroom. And of course Chewie is right behind him. I tell Chewie he has to wait outside. He gives me a sad face. I close the door because it is easier than the other two trying to take Ani’s treats from him.

Ani puts up his usual fuss while taking his meds. All the while purring really loud. But I am no quitter. He takes them and gets a treat. One of my favorite things.

Out the corner of my eye I catch something white. But when I look it’s gone. Ani gets another treat. Again. Something white catches my eye. I look. Nothing is there.

Scratching my head I get up and wait. All of a sudden Mena’s white arm stretches out from under the door. Every time I gave Ani a treat, she wanted one. I can’t help but laugh. When she did it again I reached over and tickled her paws. She quickly pulls them back under. I laugh even more.

I open the door and both Mena and Chewie pour in. They each get some treats, head scratches and butt pats. One of my favorite things.

While Ani eats some breakfast, Chewie and Mena follow me back downstairs. They decide to swat each other on the way down. I think Chewie loves to taunt Mena and Mena tells him just how it’s going to be. One of my favorite things.

I go sit on the floor and wait for Chewie to come to me. He taunts me. Knows that I am going to grab him and cradle him. He fusses to get lose and runs. But wastes no time in coming back for more. Mena sits high on the fridge and wants her chin scratched, purring loudly. One of my favorite things.

I get ready to leave and collect my things. Chewie jumps on the bar and gives me extra love then he leaves to wait in the window to watch me go. I say my good byes and shut the door. He jumps up and swats the window, as if he’s waving good bye. One of my favorite things.


Monday is always an exciting day. Most people despise Mondays. They drag their feet, need more coffee, and running late.

But for me? It’s a new adventure. Even if it seems like I’ve been here before. I may not always bounce out of bed singing, but I am motivated and excited. I start a new week with the sweetest pets in the world.

Today, Mr Walter hears me come in. After I let him out of his pen, he runs to the back door first. Right on past me. Not even a hi. I’ll stand there with a pout and my hands on my hips. He will then run at me full speed. And showers me with affection. I’ll ask if he’s ready for our walk. He runs to the front door. Looks back at me to say “why aren’t you ready?”.

Out we go. He’s a good walker. And we always must stop at the poll. My thought, there’s good news, and there’s great news, I can tell by the amount of pause in his sniffs. Some days we walk a little farther, other days not so far.

Once back home we’ll hang out in the back yard. He’ll lay out and sun bathe, or we’ll play ball. Even if I have to chase him to get it.

Time for me to go, I always give him lots of love, a treat and tell him to be good until his mom and dad get home. I say until, because he’s a great big ol ball of puppy energy.

See you tomorrow Mr Walter.