Queen of the Hill
I'm babysitting my parents' dog (four year old golden retriever called Iiri) this week. No problem there, I love having her around. And let's face it: you can't beat getting woken up at 5 am by a soggy lick to the face.
It's just that she hates my small-ass city apartment (can't really blame her; so do I). Luckily, we both love taking long walks - so that's what we have been doing.