Dissed
When I dropped my dog off at the kennel -- the one with the huge, grassy yard, the one where the staff bestow stuffed animals, chew bones, and tennis balls unto her feet (I mean paws), the one where she gets play dates with her friends Scruffy, Max, and Hunter -- she ran, RAN, inside.
She's giving me a complex.
posted by Jenny at 11:59 AM
4 Comments:
Jenny-- I am a PRO doggy sitter. I don't have other friendly dogs, but I do have lots of love, expert walking skills and the best hands for scratching ears in the area.
7:58 PM
A doggy day care!! Awww. I love dogs. They are like your own children. When Krissi was still alive, I used to call her my daughter-dog. LOL. We went jogging together. Picture this: Me jogging...she's just walking very fast. Made me look like I wasn't running very fast.
I espected Kourtni to have separation anxiety on the first day of kindergarten. (We didn't send her to daycare. My mom watched her for about 2-3 hours between our shifts.) But, no, she liked playing with the other kids. I was the one with the separation anxiety!!
9:53 PM
Carissa, I might have to employ your services!
And Shari, Oy! Don't even get me thinking about when my kid runs away from me in glee...
9:58 AM
Anytime! Seriously, Eric would likely do a happy dance if he found out we were having a dog for a weekend. We were supposed to watch a friend's bulldog one weekend, and when it fell through, I thought he'd cry. Anytime!
11:15 AM
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