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There was a time, not too long ago, when the term "doggy daycare" was as likely to be a part of Doc's vocabulary as something like "I wish I could pay more taxes". It was a term he had never heard of and would have probably made fun of if he did hear it. That was before we adopted our dog, Dodger, about a year and a half ago. By surveying his new friends at the dog park, Doc has now become an expert on the plusses and minuses of the all doggy daycare places that are anywhere near us.
Since we adopted Dodger I have been a normal, loving, caring dog owner. Doc has been a
total idiot a wee bit obsessive and over indulgent. Doc is mostly retired but works part time for a friend's company. I've written before about how Dodger goes pretty much everywhere with Doc, perched in the front seat of his truck. If Doc's work or anything else requires him to be someplace Dodger can't go for any longer than it takes us to go out for Sunday brunch, Doc will not leave Dodger home alone.
Between Doc having a heavier than normal work schedule this week and weather too cold for the dog park, Dodger has had three days at Doggy daycare and I can only laugh at how normal and necessary Doc seems to now think it is.
The name of their current favorite place is Divine Canine. I'm a little worried that the name of the place, plus the fact that they are very fond of him there, might go to Dodger's head. As for Doc and his relationship with Dodger, I think he has found the perfect doggy care.