Every once in a while when we go on a trip, we choose to board our dog. It's not like it's really a choice. If I could take her everywhere we go, I certainly would. But the housekeeping staff in Atlantic City would probably frown. I would certainly loose any comps I may have earned. (Oh what would I do without that $1.00 coupon for the buffet?)
When I dropped Harley off at the kennel, I made sure they had all the necessary directions: feed once a day, walk twice a day, give only the food we drop off, scratch belly until leg shakes uncontrollably, etc., etc., etc.
I was asked to take Harley's collar home since they would be using their own at the kennel. This always makes me nervous. Although the kennel seems completely safe, I liken it to going to Atlantic City without my wallet. Without I.D.- Do I really exist? I mean it's not like my image is plastered all over grocery store magazines. Aside from close friends and family, I don't have a huge fan base.
So I wondered. If Harley Dog decided to plan the great escape from her kennel; would anyone know she is gone? How would they break it to me? Would they even remember her name? Or would they just refer to her as that cute furry creature I dropped off Saturday morning?
Well as it turns out, Harley is safe. But for a while she was silent. See, all those ID tags that usually hang nicely around her neck were still in the car. And if Hubby had it his way, that is where they would stay. The jingle and jangle that usually followed Harley was nonexistent. If it hadn't been for the fact that Harley always greets me at the door, I probably would have a hard time finding her. It's funny how quickly we miss the things that annoy us so easily.
I watched her play for a while without her tags. She ran through the house at the speed of light- minus the speed of sound. She quickly earned the name Stealth Puppy. My Husband was in his glory. One can usually hear Harley coming from a mile away. But now she crept through the house almost reserved. This of course led to another problem.
Harley tends to follow me wherever I go. This is fine when I can hear her, but once she was put on mute, I had some problems. I found myself tripping all over the place. After about an hour, it was time to retire Stealth Puppies super cape and return her collar.
Well peace and quiet was nice while it lasted. But nothing compares to the real Harley Dog. Welcome home Stealth Puppy!
2 comments:
Haha- we always hear the jingle-jangle of our dog's collar too. We take it off at night so he doesn't wake us up perusing the house in the middle of the night. But when we grab his collar in the morning to put back on, he hears the jingle and gets all excited!
Stopping by from SITS!
Melissa (from Adventuroo.com)
Harley and the Stealth Puppy - sounds like a children's book!
You know, it really is the little things in life that make a difference isn't it? Who ever would have thought that a little piece of metal dangling from a dogs neck could make such a huge difference?
I have to wonder - WHY doesn't the kennel want the dogs to have their own ID tags? That's just kinda weird.
I now have two puppies, and I'm already wondering what to do with them when we go on vacation in November. I hate the idea of a kennel, but these are puppy mill dogs, and they are terrified of just about everyone except me. They like my son and his wife, though, because they also have two little dogs about their size; but I do hate to foist Bode and Emma off on them for a whole week.
Wish me luck; and welcome back Stealth Puppy!
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