Sunday . April 06 . 2003 . 10:12am you lucky dog Spring forward. Lousy farmers. We're going to be away for more than two weeks for our honeymoon, so we wanted to find a nice kennel to board the dog for that period of time. We didn't want her to be cooped (heh) up in a cage all day, and we wanted a place that was clean, reputable, and where she would have a lot of time to have free play with other dogs. Last week, Joe said he found a great place, and yesterday, we took The Coop over to check it out. When we got to the facility, I realized that we had become one of Those People. Because we're boarding our dog at the New York Dog Spa and Hotel. I used to laugh at people who would bring their pets to facilities like that. Dog Spa? I haven't even ever gone to a people spa. (Well, there was that one hot springs spa at Toba, in Japan, but I was afraid to get naked in front of all the Japanese ladies, so I just took a hot bath in my hotel room instead.) I used to think that such places were to domains of the idle rich, those who fussed over their precious purebred dogs, toting the smaller breeds around in their Prada shoulder bags, and commissioning oil paintings of their pampered animals. A Dog Spa? What do they do, shiatsu massage in there? But then we moved to this neighborhood, and got a dog. And as though by some sort of geographical ordination, almost everyone in this neighborhood has a dog, and many of these dog owners don't have children. When you have children, a dog is just a dog. But when you don't have children, a dog is your baby. I tend to be a little bit more of the, "she's just a dog" mentality, though I admit to certain dog-related indulgences that I probably wouldn't if I actually had human offspring. And Joe--forget it. He's in the other room French-kissing the dog now as I type this. They have man-dog loving. So what I mean to explain is this: even though most people in this neighborhood have mutts or rescued dogs, not chi-chi purebreds, almost everyone spends an inordinate amount of time and money on their canine companions. The New York Dog Spa and Hotel does booming business. See, here's the thing though. If we were leaving the dog for just a weekend, or even three or four days, I would be fine with keeping her at a less pricy kennel. Whatever, she can be bored for three or four days in her little cage. But for sixteen or seventeen days, which is how long we're planning to be away, you want a nice place. You want a place where people will play with her, and where she gets to run around. You want a place where she can interact with other dogs, and maybe get roughed around a little. You want a place that actually asks you what kind of food your dog eats, and what time she likes to be fed. You want a place that offers Pilates and seaweed wraps. (Kidding. But we are having them give her a bath before we come pick her up. Funny thing: We peeked into the grooming room, and some dogs were getting blown dry after getting bathed. But not with a regular blowdryer. They actually shut the dogs up in this cage that has air shooting up through the vents. And the dogs are just sitting there, nonchalantly, with their fur billowing all over the place. It was like those half-egg things that they stick over your head at the salon, except, you know, full body. And for dogs.) We're going to another wedding in California at the end of May, and probably staying out West for about a week, so we're probably going to take Cooper back to the Dog Spa for boarding then, too. The worst part of it is that while Coop's living it up at the spa, we'll be spending the night in a sleeping bag on some friend's apartment floor. Well, at least once the Dog Spa takes all our money, we won't need to lug that heavy wallet around. Fucking dog. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 21 days |
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Sunday . April 06 . 2003 . 10:12am you lucky dog Spring forward. Lousy farmers. We're going to be away for more than two weeks for our honeymoon, so we wanted to find a nice kennel to board the dog for that period of time. We didn't want her to be cooped (heh) up in a cage all day, and we wanted a place that was clean, reputable, and where she would have a lot of time to have free play with other dogs. Last week, Joe said he found a great place, and yesterday, we took The Coop over to check it out. When we got to the facility, I realized that we had become one of Those People. Because we're boarding our dog at the New York Dog Spa and Hotel. I used to laugh at people who would bring their pets to facilities like that. Dog Spa? I haven't even ever gone to a people spa. (Well, there was that one hot springs spa at Toba, in Japan, but I was afraid to get naked in front of all the Japanese ladies, so I just took a hot bath in my hotel room instead.) I used to think that such places were to domains of the idle rich, those who fussed over their precious purebred dogs, toting the smaller breeds around in their Prada shoulder bags, and commissioning oil paintings of their pampered animals. A Dog Spa? What do they do, shiatsu massage in there? But then we moved to this neighborhood, and got a dog. And as though by some sort of geographical ordination, almost everyone in this neighborhood has a dog, and many of these dog owners don't have children. When you have children, a dog is just a dog. But when you don't have children, a dog is your baby. I tend to be a little bit more of the, "she's just a dog" mentality, though I admit to certain dog-related indulgences that I probably wouldn't if I actually had human offspring. And Joe--forget it. He's in the other room French-kissing the dog now as I type this. They have man-dog loving. So what I mean to explain is this: even though most people in this neighborhood have mutts or rescued dogs, not chi-chi purebreds, almost everyone spends an inordinate amount of time and money on their canine companions. The New York Dog Spa and Hotel does booming business. See, here's the thing though. If we were leaving the dog for just a weekend, or even three or four days, I would be fine with keeping her at a less pricy kennel. Whatever, she can be bored for three or four days in her little cage. But for sixteen or seventeen days, which is how long we're planning to be away, you want a nice place. You want a place where people will play with her, and where she gets to run around. You want a place where she can interact with other dogs, and maybe get roughed around a little. You want a place that actually asks you what kind of food your dog eats, and what time she likes to be fed. You want a place that offers Pilates and seaweed wraps. (Kidding. But we are having them give her a bath before we come pick her up. Funny thing: We peeked into the grooming room, and some dogs were getting blown dry after getting bathed. But not with a regular blowdryer. They actually shut the dogs up in this cage that has air shooting up through the vents. And the dogs are just sitting there, nonchalantly, with their fur billowing all over the place. It was like those half-egg things that they stick over your head at the salon, except, you know, full body. And for dogs.) We're going to another wedding in California at the end of May, and probably staying out West for about a week, so we're probably going to take Cooper back to the Dog Spa for boarding then, too. The worst part of it is that while Coop's living it up at the spa, we'll be spending the night in a sleeping bag on some friend's apartment floor. Well, at least once the Dog Spa takes all our money, we won't need to lug that heavy wallet around. Fucking dog. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 21 days |
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