I love dogs. Among my friends, I'm known as the person who will always be able to find a dog in the crowd, the one playing with the puppy at the party. So while the title of this post may not exactly be true (most dogs really do love me!), it sure feels that way right now. It's the Memorial Day weekend and I'm dog sitting a sweet Greyhound named Lexie. She is a former race greyhound and was adopted by her family a few months ago. For some reason, she refuses to let me get near her. If I'm lucky, she'll take a treat from my hands but all other attempts to approach her have been thwarted by growls, snaps, and even a few bites. She's clearly missing her family and not fully comfortable with me right now, so I don't want to push it. I do wish that there was more that I could do. I had met her with her family a few times before petsitting and she had seemed to be like me. My major concern right now though isn't my bruised ego (although, I'm not gonna lie, it's a little disheartening to have a dog so clearly reject you!) I'm more concerned about her wellbeing. She lives in an apartment and while she does eat the food I give her, I haven't been able to take her out for a walk. I'm hoping patience - and a good amount of doggy pee pads - will do the trick! Here's to hoping the rest of the long weekend goes up from here!