More on dogs...

I was buying a bone for my dog. He gets one plastic bone, and when he finishes with that one, I buy him the next. He doesn’t really like other toys. This is a blessing—you can’t overindulge a dog like that.

The store also serves as a short-term boarding place for pets. A couple brought in their huge monster dog (looked something like this); he was scheduled to board for ONE DAY next week, and they wanted to introduce him to the environment so that he wouldn’t be traumatized when he came to spend his day there. The owner had already been in to check the place out, but now they wanted their dog to see it.

I don’t think I showed that level of concern for my girls when they were going off to school for the first time. They never got a chance to visit before hand. It was more like: “Here’s the school. Have fun. See you later.” And my dog? “Here’s the kennel, Ollie. Have fun. See you next month.” It’s not as if I’m going to ask his opinion or anything.