One of these days, I will produce a solid running post. You know, the kind that exudes “I rocked that ## miler!” all over it. But for now, I’ll just talk about Bella. It’s easier on my legs.
Yesterday, I went to our great local place that triples as a) store for food, treats, and toys, b) groomer, and c) daycare/boarding. I just needed food and treats for Bella, so didn’t bring her along. Besides, she was still thoroughly soaked from our rainy ultimate Kong session at the time. Bonnie, the woman who grooms all of the dogs, was manning the register. Since Bella had just spent a week at “puppy camp” while we were in the Grand Canyon, Bonnie struck up a conversation with me as she rung my purchases up.
Bonnie: Bella had such a good time here last week. She does really well.
Me: Thanks! Actually, I can tell how much she loves it here; she pulls to come in
Bonnie: Yeah, most of the dogs are like that.
Me: I don’t really want to spread the word about you, for fear you’ll get too busy for
How lucky are we (especially Bella) that we found such a wonderful team of people to care for our dog when we have to travel without her. She plays with all of her friends and I’m sure has some great stories to tell via her wagging tail. Of course, it behooves Bonnie to speak highly of Bella’s obvious adjustment to her stays there, but really, the truth is in the tail.
That tail don’t lie.