If there is one thing we know in our house, its that Dizzy LOVES going to his Doggie Day Care. He only goes one day a week (used to be two, 'til we decided that the mortgage had a slight edge in importance) but that day is filled with jumping and prancing and just general excitement. I guess I understand. I often feel the same way when I go to McDonald's.
So its understandable that we choose the kennel that houses the day care for a doggie hotel when Dizzy needs long term respite, when we go on vaca and can't take him. It's like a doggie hotel, with a la carte services, heated floors, playtime activities, and other canines with whom to spend time.
I would also guess it's lonely, alone in a single cell. So sure, a hotel of sorts, but just a few steps above San Quentin or Alcatraz.
Yes, the people at the kennel are wonderful, Dizzy loves them, they take good care of him, etc. But his Mom and Dad aren't there, and well, I feel guilty.
OK...there it is. I feel guilty. I know he'll be waiting for me to get him. He'll miss sleeping on the bob-o-pedic with us (I may miss the pedic as well sleeping on our friends couch). He'll miss the frisbee and the treats. He'll miss getting us up at 3 a.m. so that he can walk around the yard and sniff into the breeze. I'll miss the face licking, the jumping, the prancing, and the unconditional love. Not that my wife doesn't love me, it's just, ya know....a "man and his dog" thing.
But no matter, I'll make the best of the couch since it sits in warm Aruba, and Dizzy will have times of play each day, some time in Day Care with his buddies, and just some absence that will only make the heart grow fonder.
I will miss Dizzy, and I want to come home to find him happy and healthy, and ready to love me. Unconditionally.
OK...so its a crap shoot. But I'll be betting on Diz, 'cause I'm his Daddy!
March 12, 2010
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