You know, that reminds me of when I was in college, and shortly thereafter, used to take care of $400,000 mansions in Lincoln, Nebraska, during the absence of their owners.
These people usually had pets, and it was cheaper to pay me $10 a day to live in their homes, than to pay circa $20 a day to board the dog, $15 a day to board the cat, at a veterinary, besides that the pets were not discomfitted by being away from home.
Not a bad life--although in the end, home is always best--where one had unlimited access to the cupboards, liquor cabinets, automobiles, of the place; although one felt rather stupid at times, driving an Italian vehicle where the doors opened upward, making the thing look like an absurd butterly with wings.
Anyway, if there was a dog, the dog usually needed walking.
During political campaigns--this was an integrated neighborhood, with superrich Democrats and middling-wealthy Republicans--whenever the dog indicated a certain need to spread some scumber, I carefully leashed him towards a lawn bearing a yard-sign for a Democratic candidate.