LadyGypsy.net – the blog of Kimberly Dowd of New Jersey

While WM and I were in Michigan over Thanksgiving, the pooches were in the kennel, getting treats and scritches. We get them a larger kennel that accommodates them both so they can snuggle when they feel lonely. And despite what a lady at our hotel said (“I could NEVER kennel my dogs, how cruel!”) when we take them to the kennel, they don’t look back. When we pick them up, they lick and cuddle against the staff behind the counter.

Here’s their “report card” from their last stay.

None of this surprises me. Max (I can’t believe he’s 7-8 years old already!) loves to be pet and snuggled. He’s my lap dog. Ollie (I wonder if he answered at all to “Oliver” while there since he never hears it at home.) will fetch and fetch until he drops over from exhaustion. Fetching is his job.

I also love the “I was a little messy” part. Atta boys. You trash that hotel room.

They were playing with the stuffed frog next to my feet when I snapped this one.