WAIT a lot of you weren’t here for the original top secret dog sitting, so the story on that:

Back around Christmas my manager’s kennel was overbooked, so he needed someone to take care of his dogs. I’m a good kid, I wasn’t going anywhere for the holidays, he asked me. All was well.
EXCEPT. One of the higher bosses heard, and while she didn’t say it couldn’t happen, she said no one should know, with the implication that it’s ~impure fraternization~ because he’s a dude and I’m a girl. WHICH IS HILARIOUS BECAUSE IGNORING THE FACT THAT I AM A GIANT LESBIAN, dog sitting means he’s *not even there*