Man's Best Friend

We decided that since everyone was coming to the house for Christmas, we would take the dogs to a kennel. I like having the dogs around, but Baloo is 13 and except for me, my dad, and my uncle Bob, she has hated every man she has come in contact with. My brothers are at the top of her list. Spike is a year and a half old Lab mix who weighs 95 pounds and is filled with youthful vigor. The problem is he thinks he's a lap dog.

We took them to the PetsMart Pet Hotel. It's like a regular kennel on steroids. They offer two types of rooms, the "Atrium Room " and the "Doggy Suite". The atrium room is a regular pen with a glass front so your poochy can look out and a mesh roof so air can circulate. I's pretty good size. The suite however rocks the house. Not only does your furry friend get a private, soundproof room so that he's not disturbed, he gets a cot, lamb skin rug and a TV. I don't know what the world is coming to. I never felt the need to provide my dog with constant video entertainment. They had Disney movies on a continuous loop. The one suite I could see had a bulldog, lying on his bed watching "Milo and Otis". That's nuts. Why taunt your dog by showing him that other dogs have the gift of speech. I think my dogs would enjoy some edgier fare anyway. Maybe " Cujo " or " American Pie". We did order them an ice cream treat for the nights they were there. Hell, it's Christmas after all. BTW, my dogs only had the atrium rooms. I'm not crazy. Later....Brian