(Post #27) Koda and Calm: The Unexpected Joy of a Quiet Sit

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There’s something magical about driving up to Nanaimo, BC—coastal views, scenic landscapes, and the knowledge that I’m about to spend time with one dog instead of two (hallelujah!). I had already met Koda’s owner, Nicole, a true zen master who creates essential oils, candles, soaps, and all things serene. The house was like a spa retreat—until you open the freezer and see bags of raw beef and veggies meant for Koda’s gourmet meals. Yep, as a vegan, I gagged every time. But for Koda? I powered through like a champ.

Speaking of Koda, this husky was stunning—fluffy, energetic, and ready to show me the ropes. What I didn’t know was that huskies talk. No, really. I thought Koda was dying at first, only to realize he was just having a normal husky chat with me. "Is this what a dog TED talk sounds like?" I wondered.

When we weren't debating life in husky-speak, we were enjoying zen moments practicing yoga (yes, we) in the living room and tossing a ball in the backyard, or heading out for walks. But let me tell you about our trip to the Nanaimo Waterfront. It started as a peaceful stroll, avoiding other dogs like a ninja—until we met her. You know the type—the dog owner who insists, “Oh, my dog’s super friendly! No leash necessary!” Her dog, Vitto, was off-leash, of course, and despite my polite requests, she seemed convinced her furry demon was an angel.

The first encounter went okay. The second? Well, Vitto lunged at Koda, teeth bared, and I dropped my coffee in the chaos. I yelled, she apologized in a way that suggested I was the crazy one, and I tried not to scream, "I'm a pet sitter, and I need this dog intact, lady!" Suffice to say, we started going to the seawall even earlier to avoid such drama.

But earlier was not necessarily better. Different time. Different scene. What’s life without a curveball? One morning, we encountered not a dog but a man—pants down, face down, lying in the walkway and very much alive (thankfully). I called 911, watched as the health unit came to the rescue, and then let him walk away like it was just another Tuesday morning. The bystanders informed me, “If they don’t want help, there’s not much anyone can do.” Uh, okay.

After our eventful waterfront episodes, I decided that sticking to the neighbourhood with Koda was the way to go. Honestly, boring was good. Boring meant no more off-leash chaos, no street theatrics, and no random confrontations. It gave me a chance to focus on the simple joys: long walks, husky snuggles, and the satisfaction of having a quiet, easy gig.

Of course, I like to do something nice for the homeowners before they return, and with Nicole and her husband, I knew exactly what to do. Their lawn looked like a jungle, so I took it upon myself to mow it down. When Nicole’s husband arrived ahead of her, he was thrilled. I could see his gratitude in the way his eyes lit up—nothing like surprising a host with a little extra effort.

It’s moments like these that remind me why I love house and pet sitting. There’s something deeply satisfying about knowing people trust me to care for their homes and pets. The glowing reviews I’ve received on Housesitters Canada have been proof of that trust. With every successful sit, I’m living my life freely, watching my debt shrink bit by bit. Who knew taking care of other people's pets would lead to financial freedom and such fulfilling adventures?

As my time with Koda wound down, my mind wandered to the next chapter—Ontario. This time, it wouldn't be house or pet sitting. Just taking a couple months in the summer to visit family, friends, and (hopefully) zero drama. But, let’s be real—I’m talking about family here, and after being away for so long, well… we’ll see how that goes!

Yoga with Koda

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Meet Koda











Next: Post 28 The Great Ontario Summer: Friends, Family, and Fancy Guest Rooms


Location: Nanaimo, BC, Canada

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