I was anxious yesterday morning, because I saw my bed, toys and food leave the apartment without me! I figured there was a greater plan…but I had to wait for hours for it to be revealed.
Well, a day later, I’m happy to report the following:
– The lodging was more to my liking (I’m moving up in the world…from the far East of the city to 5th Avenue!)
– The accomodations were divine (he let me sleep on the bed with him and my whippet buddy!)
– Dining was on par (my preferred brands were available)
– Amenities were included (frequent messages were sent to her throughout my stay reporting on my health and well-being)
– The fitness program was top-tier (did I say whippet?! Plus, this morning we rose at daybreak.)
– The entertainment was excellent (TV selections included at least five or six installments of the very funny BBC series from the late seventies/early eighties, “To the Manor Born” which had us in hysterics before we degenerated into a heap of snores, and then the French Open the next day.)
I’d rate it 6 milkbones!
I’m definitely up for a repeat visit if they’ll have me.
You are a very lucky privileged dog! My friends lived in dumpy holes and dirty barns and crummy little dog houses without tv. Lucky you.
By the way PWD, what is your name? My name is RuffRuff.