The best way to encourage business is to plan a trip. Just now it's sinking in....I'm going on vacation....in January.....to someplace warm. I've never been to Florida before and I'm so excited to have the opportunity to go. But, like I said, business is picking up---right now! Everything was going along just fine. Reservations made, check, Post Office notified, check, packing done, check.....and then the calls start coming. Oh well, have phone and computer, will travel---and do business:)
And then there is the matter of....THE DOG. We go through this every time we plan to leave town. We don't have family nearby, the dog sitters don't come this far out, no college students on break, so that leaves THE KENNEL. Now, we think we have found a great kennel. Big Dog Kennel in Berlin Heights is super clean and has spacious accommodations, as far as kennels are concerned. Kim Gerbrecht the owner gives each dog special one on one time each day and they get lots of exercise time. He has his special bed, his favorite toys, treats, and an outdoor run.
So why do I feel like I'm putting him in jail when I leave him.
Is it because he starts whining when we turn down the lane to the kennel and starts running back and forth in the back seat of the truck, or because he goes spread eagle when we try to go in the doorway, or because he turns into a whirling dervish when the door to his kennel is opened? After all, what's not to like. It is an excellent 4x8 cell space, plenty of room for a full grown, adult German Shepherd Dog. Right?
What if he doesn't eat enough? What if he gets bored? What if he gets cold? Ok, I know he won't get cold. What if he MISSES ME?
Now, I really am a rational woman. On the deepest level I know he will be just fine. He won't waste away, he won't go stir crazy and he won't spend his days pining away for me---or will he?
I've turned him into a near human. I think he can spell, because when I say do you think it's time to go for a W-A-L-K, he knows. He knows when it's Friday night because he takes me right to the pantry for his "Big Chewy" of the week. I don't know how he does it. I think he know something is up already. He's got that Hang Dog look going on.
I reassure myself that he's like a child that cries and carries on when they are dropped off at the babysitters and then are fine the minute you turn your back.
He'll be fine, he'll be fine, he'll be fine.....I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine.........