Tuesday, November 4, 2008

RE: What did we do b.d.c. (before day camp)?

Holy cow it’s November already! How does this happen? As I watch the puppies out splashing in the wading pool it’s hard to believe that soon we’ll be pulling ourselves up to the Thanksgiving table. There’s a bit less dog hair around now-a-days as well as the shedding slows down. So far the weather has been lovely and we’re still able to take the dogs for walks, but soon enough we’ll all be pressing our noses against the frosted windows doing a mental cost/benefit analysis of frozen paws and noses against exercise and fresh air. What did people do before doggie day camp? Oh, yes, I remember…giving into those big brown eyes and slip-sliding on the icy sidewalk whilst trying to occupy myself by making cloud animals out of my own frosty breath. F.U.N. ! Some days of course it actually is fun. But watching all the dogs jumping and playing today at camp it’s hard to imagine there is anything more fun for them than just being together and being dogs. When I first got my dogs 10 years ago the only choices a working person had were either rushing home to walk the dog (knowing he was alone all day bored and trying to “hold it”), or hiring a dog walker (and hoping they showed up that day), but either way DOG GUILT was with me like a rash. I wondered and worried about the dogs throughout the day. I think they were sending me some type of voodoo doggie-telepathy, mentally willing me home. Then the amazing choice of day camp came along. Not only have my dogs put away their voodoo dolls, but I get to see the excitement on the faces of all the doggies that pass through here for boarding and daycare alike. And I know their parents are going about their days without the dog guilt that plagued me for so many years. So, as winter crawls in dragging colder weather and everyone starts to plan for holiday trips, don’t forget to schedule some real fun for your puppy! Inside here the forecast is always the same; mostly barky with a 100% chance of fun (I couldn’t help myself).

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