we had to leave Sam in a kennel again for a week's vacation. the house we rented didn't allow pets and, um, the Great Leader felt like a break from being Great. the kennel we'd used last time didn't have any room, so we went with another one which we'd really liked the look of on our first search. we couldn't quite remember why, but we were getting desperate (we'd left the arrangements a bit late). as the date and hour approached for the pick-up from the kennels, we hesitated and fretted. we hadn't even visited, the way we did last time. we didn't know if they'd be right for Sam, or if he'd bowl them over -- literally -- or not.
then the kennel owner arrived, and all doubts were forgotten. Sam, who's often scared of strange men, cozied up to his legs like an oversized cat. he then strained to follow the chap (as well as Great Leader, carrying his food) to his car, and jumped into the travelling crate. amazing! we suddenly remembered why we'd picked that kennel -- they really seemed to like dogs there. these things often work in reverse as well.
we enjoyed our holiday, hoping Sam did his -- and, suprise, he did. he came back looking sleek and fit -- they exercise dogs on enclosed grassy land there, meaning they can run free even if they're as lousy returners as Sam -- and smelling of shampoo. yup, that's right. not poo at all. as i walked him, i noticed he seemed to have become even more keen to roll in smelly stuff than before. i think they must have had a reason for shampooing him.
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