I like dogs. I've always liked dogs. They're sweet and caring and I take them as proof that if God exists, she's a benevolent goddess and wants us to be happy because she put dogs on this earth. However, we do not deserve them. We do stupid shit, like elect leaders the same way we choose our favorite football team. It's not who has the best ideas that will help the most people - it's which side they are on. They would rather stick it to the liberals even though the liberals have better policies to help their families and themselves. Also, liberals are open to using they/them pronouns, and apparently, that's a problem for some inconceivable reason.
Dogs and elections collide in The Baby-Sitters Club #22: Jessi Ramsey, Pet-Sitter. While our favorite ballerina is tackling a sitting job more akin to the National Zoo than the office daycare center, the BSC is engaging in the democratic process. Because they're fighting. Again. Oh boy, here we go.
The Mancusis call the BSC hoping to book a sitter for a full week. The catch is that they don't need a sitter for children - they need a sitter for a house full of animals! They reject the job because Kristy had a bad experience with animals in the first BSC book and the book is over!
I'm kidding, of course. Jessi takes the job, just like the title says. The Braddocks, her usual baby-sitting charges, are on vacation and Jessi doesn't have ballet practice all this week, so she's free and needs a job. However, Kristy almost rejects the job because of her bad experience, leading the club to question if Kristy's bossiness is a detriment to the club.
The next day, Jessi arrives at the Mancusis' house to meet all the animals. She does not describe the smell, but I imagine it is powerful. The Mancusis have three dogs (Cheryl, Pooh Bear, and Jacques), five cats (Crosby, Powder, Ling-Ling, Tom, and Rosie), a bunch of birds that are usually allowed to just fly around the house (but they won't for that week, much to Jessi's relief), a parrot named Frank who repeats commercials, hamsters, two guinea pigs (Lucy and Ricky), some fish and rabbits, and the pièce de résistance - Barney the snake. No shenanigans will happen with the snake, I'm sure. Not surprisingly, Jessi takes on the challenge with aplomb and her signature grace.
The next day, as Jessi starts her new job, Claudia brings Jamie Newton and Nina Marshall over to gawk at the animals in the world's cheapest zoo. I know the National Zoo is free, but they charge you five dollars for a map whereas the Zoo Mancusi has an eleven-year-old. This does not stop Jamie Newton from freaking out when he sees the guinea pigs, claiming they are from space. Jessi suggests they all walk the dogs together to distract Jamie from the space creatures from Quizno's.
While walking the dogs, they encounter Chewy, the Perkinses' dog. He had gotten loose while the Perkinses were gone, so he joins the walk and they chase squirrels. Luckily, by the time they circle around back to the Perkins residence, the Perkinses are home and relieved to see Chewy.
When they get back to the Mancusi residence, Jessi sees that one of the hamsters is curled up in the corner, refusing to move. I'm sure this will have no effect on the plot.
During the next BSC meeting, Kristy barks orders at everyone, and everyone is arguing yet again. This time, it's about Kristy being very Kristy and how complicated everyone's individual job is. Kristy thinks this is a great time to roll out her new idea:
"To make sure that each of you is reading the notebook once a week, I'm going to draw up a checklist. Every Monday, in order to show me you've been keeping up with the notebook, you'll initial a box on the chart."
And then they argue about the checklist. The arguing changes a bit when Claudia complains about taking calls during non-BSC meeting hours. Mary Anne is tired of scheduling and Dawn doesn't like collecting dues. Jessi and Mallory refuse to take sides and later they worry about the future of the club. Since there are one hundred more books in the mainline series, I don't think you'll have to worry, girls, but now I'm meta-reading.