Me, a Pet Sitter? (or what do we do with this dog…?)

It started small, in September 1997. Really small. And cuddly. That’s when we brought our black lab Nikki home. She was tiny and poopy so we called her Stinky. Her name was Nikki, but like most furbabies she ended up with a multitude of nicknames. Thank goodness she outgrew her Stinky stage rather quickly.   Nikki soon became the center of our existence, as babies do. Her poop was a big topic of conversation (what did we talk about...

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