I have this strange notion that we shouldn't vote for someone based on how well we think they would house-sit.
Especially when you know damned well that Dr.Jill would farm the job off onto Hunter for POTATUS, and before you got back, all the valuables would be would be in a pawn shop, the poor dog wouldn't have been fed in days, his asshole is suspiciously distended, there's cigarette burns on all your remaining furniture, and there's "parmasan cheese" in all the goddammit carpets.