Why do I let myself get talked into dog sitting?

Frank

Jane Doe

Jane with the stick that was bigger than her

The sun setting over the lake

Okay, I am just coming off of four nights so bear with me.
Dog sitting was pretty good. EXCEPT they ran away all the time. The backyard is fenced but both the dogs can escape whenever they feel like it and terrorize the neighbourhood. It doesn't help that Jane (the skinnier, cuddlier one) was an outdoor dog before she was adopted and she thinks she has the run of the land.
Frankie is the one that lookers fluffier and more serious. She's better behaved and only escaped maybe 4 times. Jane Doe is a big suck but she escaped almost everytime I let her out. Even when I was standing on the porch watching her and yelling at her.
One night, I was on my way into a night shift the next night so I stayed up pretty late and was heading to bed around 2. I thought, I'll just let the dogs out before I go to bed. So I let them out and about one minute later call them back. Jane comes running in. No Frank. She was totally AWOL and I couldn't find her. Plus it was 2 in the morning and I didn't have all that much energy to be looking. So around 4, still no Frank, I decide to leave the front door open, get up every couple of hours and hope that she comes back (her owner said that if the neighbours find her, they'll just let her back in).
So 6:30 comes around, still no Frank. 8:30 I wake up and Frank is in bed with me. THANKS A LOT.
What a jerk.
So then, Thursday morning rolls around. I was working nights on Wednesday so I just stopped by on my way home to let them out because their owners were coming home at 1:00. I let them out and Frank takes off again. I was exhausted and I did not want to wait 6 hours for her to come back. Next thing I know the neighbour is calling-"did you lose a dog?" So thank goodness I went and picked her up and brought her home. Then I'm on my way out the door and I think it smells not very good in here... Upon further investigation, I find a large pile of poop in the rec room upstairs. GREAT. Just what I was hoping for after working 12 hours and sleeping terribly because YOU RAN AWAY.

All in all, somewhat frustrating and still very nice. It was nice to have dog company and they were pretty well behaved minus the running away. and the one poo. I especially liked cuddling with Jane on the couch. :)