Looking for dog kennels the other day brought me to ... Reason #14 for Moving to San Francisco. Boarding kennels here in Idaho. Five pages. Compared to boarding kennels there. I quit counting after 31 pages for San Francisco. Doggie sitters, walkers, and even doggie camps!
Me: So when we move to San Francisco, and SFM gets his wild hairs about whisking me off to far-off destinations, and you guys need boarding, we're all set. There's 284 choices. I could find someone who would come to the house, or even stay at the house, or send you to doggie camp!
Jeffrey: Doggie camp? I'm all about doggie camp! I'm all over it! I'm there! Let's go! Yippee skippee!
Muttin: Doggie camp? Eww. I am NOT gonna go potty in an outhouse.
Me: Oh Dog. Get over yourself.
Muttin: Brat.
Me: I know you are but what am I?
Muttin: Meanie.
Me: I know you are but what am I?
Muttin: Stop it.
Me: I know you are but what am I?
Methinks someone is showing their immaturity...
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Jacob Poems
Mmmm ... tasty grass.
Posted by: mdmhvonpa | Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 06:40 AM
Bratty dog. I should just keep them. It seems to humble her a bit for a while. :) Have you found anyplace yet?
Posted by: TC | Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 09:17 AM