10 May Dog Walker Required
Dog Walking Jobs in Sydney
I’m writing a job application for a dog walker to join our team and in my head, I envision what most readers will think. A really easy job walking quiet, placid dogs around the block.
Well, let me explain why so many people who apply for the job in Sydney never end up joining our Dog Walking team. It’s tough. First, we don’t walk Old Ladies poodles down the street on a sunny afternoon.
We start work at 9 am and have a schedule of 12 dogs needing our service. They will all be sitting in an empty house after a tearful goodbye to their owner. They will have followed their special someone around the house from bedroom to bathroom, back to the bedroom, into the kitchen, back to the bathroom and finally down the hall to the front door.
And even though both the dog and the owner know the conclusion, somebody always ends up in tears.
As all dog walkers know as the walk up the path, behind that door is an excited, out of control bundle of fluff, wound to the max and ready to leap the moment the door is cracked. They’re ready to pounce, jumping, barking, and fighting to get out. They can’t wait to have the harness put on or the lead clipped up. They have to be out, gone, running, to escape, to play, meet friends, run around, jump and bark. The ball…the ball…
As a dog walker, you do this 12 times a day. Yes, sometimes the dog is older and doesn’t jump up and lick your face, bash your nose or knock off your glasses. Sometimes they will sit and let you put on the harness and lead. Sometimes they don’t pull you down the path to the van. But mostly they do…
They don’t understand you have to lock the front door and the screen door and unlock the van and open the door and make sure they’re are safely inside…
And don’t get me started about the traffic! You’re in the car from 9 am until about 4 pm, dodging taxis and kids on mobiles walking straight off the footpath and onto the road. You’re letting the bus go first and swearing at the ‘P’ plater who has changed lanes twice without indicating.
If you couldn’t reverse park when you start the job within the week you’ll an expert. 12 dogs a day is 24 reverse parks, up laneways, narrow streets and squeezing between a motorbike and a grocery truck. You curse those parked cars with half a car length front and back and acquire a sixth sense about ticket-writing traffic wardens. You learn to avoid school areas from 2.30pm, know every short cut and rat run to stay off major roads and gridlocked intersections.
But all that fades when you get to the dog park and ‘release the hounds’. They run around like crazy and you laugh at their antics. They jump on and over each other, play hide seek, chase and are chased. They meet their friends and rush around like a bunch of school kids, licking faces, smelling butts, knocking each over, rough-housing, barking and whining. Just like kids let out of school at the end of the year for the Christmas holidays.
It’s quiet on the way back home. The Lab is snoring, everyone is stretched out, heads on front legs, relaxed. The windows are steamed up from the panting, nobody cares if someone is lying on their tail.
We’re hiring. You need a pair of comfortable shoes because you’re on your feet all day. A good quality raincoat covering your knees. A pair of sunnies and a straw hat. A packed lunch you’re prepared to share! If this sounds like you. Call 0411 246 351.
Penned by Hannah Collins