while the family’s away, the dog will play…

We were no longer a family of 4 and I had to stop ignoring the fact that our 5th (slightly furrier) addition didn’t own a passport. Nor was he going to fully appreciate the Israeli adventure I had planned as our summer holiday.

Of course I knew that kennels existed. It’s just that he was so young and I thought that it would be ideal to leave him in his own environment where he felt happy and secure.

And if I’m honest (because we do adore our overseas jaunts), I often feel a little odd about leaving the house empty. There’s absolutely nothing to steal but you’d never know that from the outside.

So, combine both my these 3rd world ‘problems’ and enter a friend who knew of a site I didn’t. TrustedHousesitters.com does exactly what it says on the tin. AND A LOT MORE.

You see, a pet owner (who loves to travel) needs a pet lover (who also likes to travel) to come and stay over.

It sounds so simple when you say it aloud.

Angela (and John) meeting Ziggy while we finished our packing

Did I mention that the sitter, that person who has promised to love and care for your animal, stays for free in your home? You don’t pay them for their pet love and they don’t pay for your dreamy home/pet.  DREAM TEAM.

As it turns out, the pet loving community is enormous. In fact, there are half a million trusted house sitters and owners in 150 countries looking for a pet like yours or mine.

My first thought was… this can’t be right. I can’t honestly just open up my home to a complete stranger who says they like dogs. But once combing through the site, I started to feel The Trust. Members build their profiles through references, recommendations and police background checks and then when I started to emailing and skyping Angela – we were all sold.

a message from Angela while we were away…

And so now we’ve been away for more than 2 weeks and I’ve what’s app’d Angela more than my mum. She has kept us all entertained and updated with our little cocker spaniel and his various antics. He seems so SO happy. And while we’ve missed him, we’ve been incredibly relaxed knowing what a 5 star experience he is having at home, where his heart is.

I thought it would be best to ask Angela – our housesitter – how it felt in her shoes (in our house):

What is the best thing about living in someone else’s house?

Seeing how happy the pets are and giving pet owners completely peace of mind is the joy.  This is the real reason I pet and housesit. Also exploring the area and living like a local … while creating a connection with the pet’s family without being intrusive or too personal, it’s just like being home from home.

And what’s the worst?

Packing and unpacking

do you prefer dog or cat (or any other animal) sitting?

Each one is different and unique, I love them all. Cats are less demanding of your time, but dogs get you up and out ..  although I would have to decline scaly creatures.

Is there an ideal animal to sit? 

Is there an ideal human to live with? It’s very personal, cat or dog person, horse or goat, couch potato or action woman, knowing yourself is the most important “ideal”

which location have you always wanted to house sit in and never had the opportunity?

Costa Rica … the wildlife is an animal lovers heaven .. apparently

how would you describe Ziggy’s company?

Like having a curious, mischievous and very lovable two year old, who gives you that feeling of euphoria when bedtime comes round.

What will you miss about dog sitting him?

Everything .. I’m besotted

how many animals is too many?

Really depends on many factors – with a dog’s age, behaviour, needs and activity levels although one can be as demanding as three. Knowing the animals complete needs and your limitations as a caregiver are what is most important. I have looked after 3 dogs, 4 cats and two horses on my own but they were all very manageable, no dog walking, horses lived out no stable duties, and the cats were indoor outdoor, no litter trays …

where’s next for you?

Wantage in Oxfordshire – a large country property with a German Shepherd, a lab and a cat.

how/do you stay in touch with your house/pet owners?

While on the sit, in anyway they wish: email, what’s app, Skype. Once completed mostly email, some you stay connected with more than others, I’ve made some lifelong friends through TrustedHousesitters.

tell us a pet sitting story, pls.

I was pet and housesitting in New York for 6 weeks staying in a wonderful apartment on 93rd and Fifth Ave, opp Central Park looking after Alfie, a labradoodle, Mitzi a mini Dachshund and Sabrina a Norwegian Forest Cat. The apartment used to belong to a member of the Kennedy family. One day I was leaving the building having called a cab via the concierge, a new doorman helped me in the cab and said “Have a nice day Mrs Kennedy.”

I smiled sweetly and said “Thank you, young man”.

and now tell us a secret about Ziggy/Ziggy-sitting?!  

He opened the kitchen door in the early hours on Thurs morning (perhaps I didn’t shut it properly) came up the stairs into my bedroom. Obviously the noise woke me up, he was sitting by the bed with one of my shoes in his mouth. I took him back downstairs and it wasn’t until the morning that I found his trail of “FUN”. He’d decided to do some paper work and document shredding for me. My open computer bag…  also the flowers at the side of the bed were delicately strewn across the room…

This was him last night. Bathed and clean for our return…

Membership of TrustedHousesitters costs £89 per annum (less than the cost of several nights in kennels) and comes with free 24-hour online and telephone support. Every month the site helps thousands of pet owners choose like-minded, experienced and trustworthy sitters who will pet sit for FREE while they are away.


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where am I? (Israel part two)

That moment when you first wake up; that feeling that you can’t quite remember where you are. I had exactly THAT this morning.

And then I remembered, it’s Part Two of our Israel adventure and the futon-like bed in which he and I were lying was on a kibbutz. A really religious one.

So, I knew that we needed a day trip, it’s just that I hadn’t exactly planned what that might be when I booked the kibbutz part of our trip.

Being in this environment (where we pretty much stick out like a sore thumb) had actually been a real plan though. I’m the least likely person to seek out extra curricular religious observance except that I have this insatiable desire to appreciate different cultures and ways of life. MIX THIS with a constant irritation that we live too much of the good life, I woke up right here.

Anyway we hiked (up + down Mount Arbel) in intense heat, chilled our boots as we swam with locals in the Sea of Galilee (actually a lake) and ate dinner by the Jordan river, a popular baptism site.

Tomorrow we’re off again.

Sea of Galilee

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mount of olives (Israel part one)

Camera in hand, I unlatched the hotel fire door and crept out onto the scorching roof. It was 5 o’clock in the afternoon but still intensely bright and a solid 30 degrees.

The view. The whiteness. The intensity.

Suddenly I was aware I had company. A waiter on a break. He too was just staring out at the city view.

Where are you from?’ he asked.

London’ I responded.


This is my city.’ He informed me.

[more Silence.]

‘Where do you live in the city?’ I grew curious.

On Mount of Olives, just over there.’ He pointed.

I told him that we had been hoping to go there this evening to watch the sunset over the city. But that we had been advised that it might not be best. ‘Things can get tricky up there’ a taxi driver had warned us.

My waiter looked emotional.

‘Your taxi driver is right. Enjoy my city but there is unrest so please take care.’

Mount of Olives, Jerusalem.

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adele, all woman

Thursday night at Wembley

As I sip my morning tea, I wonder how she feels sipping her hot lemon and honey.

The devastation, the frustration, the lack of … Finale.

Adele, this morning, is even more the woman, mother and sensible human she was yesterday. The doctor has advised her not to sing tonight and tomorrow night, the remaining 2 nights of her tour. She has already caused her vocal cords damage and there’s more at risk if she pushes herself further.

Decisions are never easy, until they’re made and the moment has passed.   No Wembley show feeling can substitute health. No crowd fury can trump a feeling of humiliation … if she finds herself departing the stadium mid-set.

So the woman and her voice have spoken.

And next time you don’t want to miss out on something but find yourself forced into submission, maybe remember the 98,000 fans you won’t be disappointing?

Meanwhile, Adele, only hum and sip to that soothing tune.

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