Give an account of your experiences when you took charge of your neighbour’s dog during the
week they were on a holiday. The animal proved troublesome and caused you anxiety nearly
the whole of the time.
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"Ding dong!" I opened the door to be attacked by the massive brown ball of fur that is Max. "Thank you for agreeing to take care of Max, Lisa. We appreciate it." I smiled at Mrs. Johnson, my kindly neighbour. She was going on holiday with her family, and asked for my help to take care of her dog, Max, for a week. I agreed, seeing it was my summer break and I was mostly bored at home.
After I bid Mrs. Johnson and her family farewell, I turned to Max. Where was he? I heard a crash coming from the kitchen and ran there immediately. Oh my goodness! He got into my cabinet and smashed a plate. Quickly sweeping it up, I decided to take a nap before dinner. I brought Max into the bedroom with me, and quickly fell asleep. About an hour later, I woke up to a disgusting smell. I sat up to see Max's faeces on my bedroom floor.
Gagging, I cleaned it up. Then, I decided to pour him his dog biscuits while I ate some pasta. As I sat down comfortably, Max suddenly jumped on top of me, spilling my pasta on the floor. I cursed as he quickly lapped up the pasta. Sighing, I decided to go hungry that night. When I finally decided to turn in for the night, he started to bark loudly at my window, and that was what he did for the rest of the night. After probably only 20 minutes of sleep, I woke up to a very familiar disgusting smell again.
I realised how troublesome Max truly is and regretted accepting Mrs. Johnson's favour. For the rest of the week, he broke many of my glassware, defecated on my floor dozens of times, raided my pantry, and barked throughout the nights. I was on edge every minute, afraid he would set off a fire, cause a gas leak, or some other incident leading to my death. I was constantly tired from not getting enough sleep, and so are my neighbours. Many of them knocked on my door, asking me to make Max shut up. If only I knew how to.
Finally, Sunday arrived. Mrs. Johnson knocked on my door, here to pick up Max. I helped her packed up Max's belongings, while telling her the tumultuous week I had. She smiled at me, apologising for all the trouble I went through. I gave her some meaningless reassuring words while ushering her out the door. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I ran back to my bedroom to catch up all the sleep I had lost.