House sitting in Mexico - Adventures in Pet Sitting

By Lisa Logan | Travel
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Valentino had a lucky escape (photo: Rick Butler)

House sitter member Robin, has enjoyed four fantastic summers house sitting in Mexico. Here she shares her adventures and shows how an adaptable and flexible house sitter can cope with any eventuality to ensure owners return stress free to happy pets!
"Rescuing a kitten from a boa constrictor, ritually binding an obsessive canineas tail, caring for a wild cat who thought he was domestic, and a deaf cat who thought he was wild; getting marooned in a flood-soaked town. These were all real scenarios we never prepared for during our first pet-sitting stint in four different Mexican villages.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing, a summer adventure before we purchased a new home, found steady work and settled into comfort and complacency, sometimes known as a rut. But that summer down south, with quirky pets in quaint pueblos, hooked us. And freed us. We loaded all our possessions into a storage locker, and, four summers later, theyare still there, as weare drawn back to Mexico year after year. With each sit, weave gained a little more experience, a little more knowledge, a little more confidence, and un poco mas EspaA+-ol.
The four villages in which we sat are not huge gringo tourist destinations. As a result, English speakers are rare, and our fluency was limited to hola and gracias. Smiles and gestures got us only so far. So we buckled down and taught ourselves some rudimentary phrases and numbers. What a thrill the first time we were actually understood in the markets!
Cat sitting in Mexico

Being cat sitters in Mexico proved to be a big adventure for Robin and Rick (photo: Rick Butler)

The two coastal villages a San Pancho and Barra a were hot and humid, and the two mountain villages a Patzcuaro and Eronga a were cool and misty. Air conditioning and fans were a must on the coast, fireplaces and heaters in the mountains. The only element the two regions had in common was, well, the elements. Summer storms are legendary in Mexico, and many nights wead sit up with the pets watching lightning rip through the sky while thunder boomed all around us and torrential rains turned streets into creeks. During our first year in San Pancho, the rains fell so heavily and so relentlessly that the rising river bulldozed and swept away our only bridge in and out of town. We were stranded. Undaunted, the locals rallied together and erected a pedestrian bridge within just a few days.
Meanwhile, we were so diligently keeping our furry friends high and dry that it never occurred to us the real danger was lurking in the hibiscus bush outside the gate. I had been dozing in the midday sun when suddenly a high-pitched yowl crackled through the heat. A cat fight, I thought, noting Horatio, the deaf but fearless orange tabby, was nowhere in sight. I quickly headed outside to the rescue and, as I opened the front gate, I heard a rustling in the bushes and instinctively called out a in vain, of course, because of the catas handicap. No sound, no fury. So I grabbed a fistful of branches and shook hard to try to flush out the fighters. What emerged was not a cat, oh no, not at all. It was a snake so long it spanned nearly the entire width of the road. I leapt back and let loose a series of expletives. Brazenly, the reptile slithered in front of me, making a beeline for the house. I proceeded to jump from one foot to the other, like Homer Simpson in a quandary. Why, I donat know. I guess I thought if I spooked it enough I could divert it from the front door. It must have worked, because it changed direction, serpentined past me, under the car, around the flower pot, over the hedge and into the jungle.
Robin and Rick
As I stood there watching after it, my heart pounding, there was another rustling from the same bush. I swung around, thinking, what are the odds theread be two? But out from the thicket appeared Valentino, the kitten, blinking in the sunlight, as if to say, aWhatas all the racket about?a I exhaled. For a brief moment I wondered which one, the cat or the snake, considered the other a snack. Shuddering, I scooped up the kitty and dashed inside, checking over my shoulder for the scaly predator. Later, in describing the snake to some locals, the consensus was that I (and, more dangerously, Valentino) had dodged a boa constrictor . . .
This was the freakiest encounter wead had as pet-sitters that first year. The others were just wacky. There was Clinker, an obsessive-compulsive Lhasa-Apso who whirled like a dervish trying to bite his own tail. It had gotten so bad his owners had half of it amputated, but still he spun. So they (and, in turn, us) had to bind it with tape to save the stump.
Dog sitting in Mexico

Robin met some unusual dogs while pet sitting in Mexico (photo: Rick Butler)

Then there was Rigo, a rescue dog whose origin was a mystery to his owners. Over the few weeks we cared for him, I began to suspect head grown up in a brothel or a strip club.
Between hot-to-trott mutts, snake-bating kittens, hot, steamy jungle and misty mountain highlands, there was never a shortage of adventures in pet-sitting. So much so, in fact, that I published a book called, appropriately, Adventures in Pet-Sitting. Iave included a section on how you, too, can have your own adventure, if youare doggedly determined."
For more atailsa from the cryptic minds of cats and dogs, see Robinas blog, The Pet-Sittersa Post. For more of Rick's photos, including digital pet paintings, see Rix Pet Pix.
You can find Robin's profile here if you would like to contact her regarding a house sitting assignment

3 Responses to "House sitting in Mexico - Adventures in Pet Sitting"

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  1. Mahrukh says:
    Aug. 14, 2013, 2:37 p.m.'s almost as if I'm there watching you! We too had an experience with a snake in a letter box in Malaysia. Fortunately we saw the end of a tail disappearing into the box before reaching in for the post. Needless to say, from then on we opened the letterbox using a stick and stood well back while peering inside to see what new surprises were lurking inside for us. You just can't have such experiences living in hotels !


  2. What's New -- Pet-Sitting in Mexico on Housesitters Blog | Robin's Words says:
    Aug. 20, 2013, 8:42 p.m.

    [...] if we’d share our particular experience pet-sitting in Mexico. We said, si! Here’s a link to the published piece, a kind of summary of our adventures pet-sitting in Mexico. (You can also [...]


  3. Leslie Eller says:
    Aug. 20, 2013, 11:15 p.m.

    I agree, the story makes one feel we are right there with you enjoying the experiences. Great piece and I love the Blog.


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