Pet Sitter & Dog Walker Insurance

It was 85 degrees—hot, but not scorching. But I walked “Tank,” an English Bulldog, for 20 minutes. He started panting […]

It started with an itch. Then, I noticed the “pepper flakes” on the white rug of my high-end client’s penthouse.

The instructions said “2 units,” but in the rush of the morning, I glanced at the syringe and realized I

I thought I was safe. I had the “Rover Guarantee” badge on my profile. But when the dog I was

I felt my pocket lighten halfway through the hike. I retraced my steps for two hours, but the client’s house

I left the beagle alone for 45 minutes to grab lunch—well within the “4 hours alone” rule the owner set.

I adjusted the collar just like the owner said, but the moment a squirrel darted up an oak tree, “Buster”

I was walking “Luna,” a tiny poodle, when a loose Pitbull charged across the street and latched onto her neck

I was walking a nervous rescue Shepard near a playground when a kid on an electric scooter zipped by too

The Golden Retriever I was walking—usually a total angel—spooked at a drone delivery bot, lunged, and sank his teeth into