I’ve never been a ‘put your whole life on Facebook’ person. Ok, I was kind of, in my 20s when Facebook first came about but since then, I’ve realised that the whole world doesn’t want to know the finer details of my life.
I’ve always admired people who do Facebook shoutouts, whether it’s because their babysitter has let them down last minute, they need a pet looked after or they’re looking to borrow something. I’ve thought it’s taken a lot of guts and trust in friends to openly ask for favours. When friends have done shoutouts on Facebook I’ve always responded if I can and helped out where possible.
This week I had to be brave and do a shoutout of my own. My partner and I are going away next week, a trip that’s been meticulously planned with military precision to encompass when all our children are away with their other parents, and in doing so, a couple of months ago we planned for Stitch to stay with friends.
Fast forward to Saturday, one week before we leave and the friend sends a text saying they don’t want to have Stitch after all. After exhausting family members who have already been tapped for doggy daycare by my oldest sister, I had to put a shoutout on Facebook.
What an amazing response! Friends who I haven’t seen in years replied saying they’d have him as long as I could get him to them and I had offers from people in Bournemouth, Hertfordshire and Milton Keynes (clearly London folk aren’t as dog friendly as non-Londoners). What’s been lovely about it is, not only is Stitch sorted, with back up offers if someone can’t have him, it’s also meant I’ve spoken to friends who I haven’t spoken to in ages, with the chance of meeting up with them soon. In the meantime, Stitch is going to enjoy a week with his girlfriend, Bonnie, who has stayed with me twice, as a result of me responding to a Facebook shoutout.