Jesus H but I do NOT like dog people. Now, I am not talking about the normal people out there that own and love their dog, just like us folks. I am talking about the over the top, sick in the head people, the ones that would literally expire and die if their 28 year old crippled dog finally kicks the bucket. Sure, it is a very very sad event, worthy of tears and angst, but NOT gnashing of teeth, ripping out hair for years and years.
As you know we leave next week for Maui, April and Myles will be coming with us for three weeks. We have commandeered Monte to come down with Keenai to doggy sit for us. But, for two of those upcoming days he has to be in Vancouver, thus it was necessary for me to find a kennel here in Victoria.
I went on line and found an awesome looking place just up the road from our house here. Yesterday I called to see if they had room. And there it was, over the top dog crazy woman who owns the place, answers the phone. First of all she says that she is busy doing something with a 'client' (meaning a dog) and she didn't want to upset him by disturbing the flow of whatever it was she was doing with him and she took my number and said she would call back. An hour later I almost got out the laptop to find another kennel.
She finally did call and promptly told me that she had some questions. Had the dogs been there before? No. Had I read the complete website before calling them? No. Was I aware that because they had owned and run this kennel for a million years that they don't have to 'admit' just any dog? No. She proceeded to tell me that they have a 'gentle introduction' process we must go through before they will agree to adding our dogs to their client list. So I asked, " exactly what are you looking for? My dogs are just ordinary dogs, they don't bark, they don't bite, they have their vet papers, and they will all go together in one kennel."
"Well," she hesitantly replied, "We still have to make sure that they will fit in with dog code that we adhere to. We expect you to bring your little family to us for intros. Then within a few days we would like you to leave them with us for two hours, just to see how they are. If all goes well, we will welcome them to our family." Jeez!!! Like I have time for this crap. They are just dogs!!!!
This morning I got Spod up and we brushed the dogs so they would look really nice, we made them do extra poos outside so there would be no embarrassing accidents, we stopped on the way up there so they could get an extra run in so they would be quieter and calmer. We pulled into the parking lot and quietly let them out of the car, leashes on and in hand. My heart was pounding and I was very nervous. I was trying not to think about all the things that could go wrong, even though we have the best behaved dogs in the whole world.
And they did behave beautifully! Other dogs that were there barked and jumped as we walked down the long cement ally way between the long two rows of kennels. Our dogs stayed quiet and calm, bless them. We talked about Keenai, who couldn't be there for this pre visit intro and by now I could see that what the lady was most concerned about was barking, so I told her that Keenai had been in the family for a year and we have still not heard him bark. Not once.
So, (shovel list) tomorrow morning, bright and early, we are taking Parker and Molly up to the kennel for a play date, just to see how they behave and see if they can adhere to the "code". God, give me a break. Just in case though I have another lady lined up that takes dogs. No intros or dog code there, just a lady making ends meet by doggy sitting. My kind of person. She has really good reviews too. I think the one that we are taking them to tomorrow doggy sits the MLA's dogs, judging by the pics on the wall. Jeez, maybe OUR dogs will be besmirched by close contact with the wrong type of dog. Hahahaha!!!
Not much else to report. Spod won't move the ugly containers of plants from the middle of the lawn. I tried but he sticks out his bottom lip and refuses. I mean the kids will be having to do a lot of mowing and you can't move those things every time…just doesn't make sense. So instead of fighting with him I talked with April. She and Myles will move them when they get back from Maui. There are good places that look so much better for them to be.
We have been doing our blood sugar. I bought new strips to be accurate and April's blood is right bang on where it should be (4.9). Mine is 6.2. And Spod's is…..wait for it……19.9. I know it kind of shocked him when he saw that. But, you can't down a quart of ice cream and expect your blood sugar to stay down. In Maui I am going to test his blood every day…denial will be impossible! It makes a difference to what you choose to NOT eat when you know your numbers are that high.
Off to bed now. I will report tomorrow how the doggy play date went. Ah jeez…give me a bucket. TTYL
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