One step closer to fur flying. We bought the dogs each their own "Sky Kennel" crate, the best on the market (as if you couldn't have guessed it). One testimonial on Dog.com from Conni Davis of Phoenix said, "If you want to impress the air cargo people, your puppy and yourself...this is the one to buy." Well, goodness knows, we want to impress everyone, though I have long since given up trying to impress the dogs themselves. They are remarkably unmoved by most of my gestures for their well-being. Unless we are actually outside at that very moment, pretty much anything I do for them is less than satisfactory...rather below par, actually. At this very moment they may be on the phone with the Massachusetts ASPCA trying to convince the nice lady at the end of the line that they are abused, dammit. I can see the conversation now:
Jaya raises his lip with a low-pitched growl into the phone.
"I hear you, Jaya, but just because she switched your treats from the chewy peanut-butter kind to the hard, crunchy, nutritious kind does not mean that she's abusing you."
Grover now emits a sad, mournful whine.
"And, no, there is no state law requiring the daily distribution of dried chicken breast strips."
...and so on. Don't believe the dogs--that's my general lesson here.
They are going to HATE traveling, but they'll get there. Stephen's even pointed out some special pads to put in the bottom of the crate that will whisk away moisture from their precious tushies. More stuff for me to buy for them. Poor, poor doggies.
(Photo by EliteK9.com)
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