Time Away

Every once in a while, there comes a time when you have to go somewhere that dogs can’t come.  I hate that. I think they should be allowed to go anywhere!

Matt’s graduation from High School, back at the end of June, was one of those times.  It was a seven hour trip up to Albany, then a hotel or friend’s house for two nights, with a graduation and graduation party in between.  Not a super dog-friendly event.

Zee

Zee was lucky.  He got to go to his Dad’s new apartment for the weekend!  We dropped him off at work on the way north.  He seemed a little confused when he saw his Dad in the parking lot, but he was happy.  Zee walked right over and got rubs, then came back to me for a goodbye, then walked away like it was no big deal.  Doesn’t every dog get two homes?

We picked him up at the apartment on the way home.  He responded in about the same way.  He looked at us like, “Oh, Hey!  I know you!” and came home with us like it was just no big deal.  (You gotta just love this dog and how nothing seems to phase him!)

The report that we got was that he didn’t eat after the first day and “almost” played once, but was a really good boy.

As soon as we got him home, he ran to his food bowl and ate some (not a lot) and grabbed his rope toy and brought it to me for a short game of tug.  Then he looked around and realized Zuzu was missing.....and stopped.  That’s when the pouting began.

Zuzu

Zuzu wasn’t quite as lucky.  She went down to Crosspointe to be boarded.  Jim said he had to almost pick her up and carry her through the front door, but that she was fine when she got inside.

They gave me an actual report card when I picked her up.  As always, I paid for all of the extra walks and even their new “playtime” that they offer.  They said that she wouldn’t play, but she loved to just sniff around the yard during playtime and ignored the person and all of the toys.  

They also said she would not participate in music lessons.  Music lessons?  WTH are music lessons?!  Apparently, it’s some type of session where they get the dog to participate by barking.  She wouldn’t bark.  Whose dog did YOU take care of this weekend?  I know MY dog would have barked!  She barks and barks and barks and barks!!!

They said she ate modestly.  Ok, yeah, that’s my dog.

And, they said she is an escape artist.  Hmmmm?  Yup, she can break out of the big caged areas that hold the big dogs.  She figured out how to open the latch.

When they finally brought her out to me, I couldn’t even tell if she was excited to see me.  She just made a beeline for the front door.  I really wish she could talk.  He said that she had just gone potty for him, but on the walk home she pooped twice and peed three times, and it’s only a ten minute walk.

When we got home all was right in the world again.  Zee was thrilled to see her!  She was thrilled to be home!  Wiggles and whines and yips and tails wagging so hard that they moved their big ol’ butts back and forth!