Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! I was thinking about it and realized that though I talk about my pet business considerably on here, I’ve never actually given out the information. I have plans to put up a web page for it, both on this blog and on Facebook. Once I’ve done that, I’ll be posting some pictures of some of my clients so ya’ll can see who I’ve been working with. If ya’ll are in the DFW, Texas area, look me up and we’ll see if we can work together to care for your pets. Rover is for dogs but I am absolutely not limited to dogs. I’ve sat for cats, I have a client with a horse and am willing to sit for reptiles, hamsters and fish.
My profile link: https://www.rover.com/sit/paulac17293
This week’s question: Would you consider a non-traditional occupation?
My answer: Technically, what I do for a living is a non-traditional occupation. It’s only been the least few years that pet-sitting and walking have taken off. Hence the fact that Paula’s Pet Paradise is doing so well. It may be non-traditional but I love what I do and that I’m able to run my own business, being my own boss.
What’s your answer?
This week’s baking and cooking: I don’t have anything this week but I have a few days at home and have plans to bake dog biscuits that I’ll be selling through Paula’s Pet Paradise and to try my hand at some candy.
This week’s writing:
He froze, blood still dripping off the knife, looking at the shadow in the doorway. He backed into the darker part of the room, muffling his footsteps as the shadow grew larger. A young woman stepped into the room, pausing just inside the room. She looked down at the dead body. He was surprised when her face remained completely still. There was no surprise, no horror, no fear. He couldn’t understand it.
She looked up, he could’ve sworn she was looking right at him. In the dark, he couldn’t see her eyes, he couldn’t tell if she was simply suppressing her emotions.
“Pay me enough and I didn’t see a thing.”
His jaw dropped, she did know he was there and that he killed the woman laying on the floor.
He wondered if she actually saw him or if she was bluffing.
“I witnessed the entire murder. I have this room monitored as it’s my personal study. She wasn’t supposed to ever be in here. Pay me enough and I didn’t see a thing.”
He realized this was the housemate his employer had warned him about. The two women didn’t get along and were only rooming together under the orders of the non-target’s parents. Apparently the target’s parents had known her parents for years and needed a favor.
Seeing that she likely did have this room monitored, he stepped forward to silhouette his body against the moonlit window but his face was still shadowed just in case she didn’t actually know what he looked like.
“How much are you demanding?”
“Half of whatever you were paid to kill her.”
“Fine. You’ll mail me the cash from a public location in a week once you were paid. I will find you if you don’t pay me.”
She turned and vanished back into the shadows as quickly as she’d come and he finished his job. He vanished into the night as quickly as he’d entered the house, leaving no mark.
© Paula Crofoot
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Monday Motivation: Sorry… Out to Live… Be back soon!
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