So, let’s just call it like it is – Gene was on a Fancy, Schmancy Spa vacation! You’ve already read how Gene came to be there, and if you haven’t you need to or this little story won’t be as meaningful. So, here’s the backstory, as they say http://wp.me/p1JaVK-4u.
As you can imagine, Momma and Daddy call Gene in the Bone Booth every day to check up on him (they also speak with those
crazy kind ladies at the front desk as well) It wouldn’t do for him to be unhappy. I’m wondering what they would have done if the report had come in that he was not enjoying his visit to the “Spa”. Of course, that starts my mind spinning in ALL sorts of directions. I can imagine the 911 call coming in that a crazy lady has broken in to the PetSmart and kidnapped her baby at gunpoint cause they weren’t making happy. Or, a more likely scenario — a frantic call to me to “go get your ‘brother’ NOW – those people are not treating him right”. Thank the LORD that the reports from Gene were positive.
Anyway…Gene’s human friends at the PetSmart reported that he was just a WONDERFUL boy! EVERYONE loved him (maybe cause he can’t talk, give attitude or whine about being bored or hungry??? – just sayin!)! Moreover, they gushed – “he just LOVES playtime. He’s very social, however he doesn’t seem to be happy when joining the play group already in progress.” Now how they knew this I have NO idea. But here’s what just tickled me – this was their solution to that particular conundrum, “we let Gene be the greeter during playtime. This makes him VERY happy and then he will just play and play!” And that just seemed to please everyone involved to no end. I’m seeing a doggie WalMart with brother Gene at the entry way saying “Howdy” to all the other doggies as they come in from the parking lot, hot and sweaty, just trying to get their buggy and get inside to the air conditioning. But my mind does wonder like that… At any rate, playtime seems to be a success.
And snack time…oh my goodness – Gene loved snacktime. What dog, I ask you, does NOT love snack time? But again – to these sweet ladies - brother Gene is like the Doggie Second Coming with every little thing he does. His joy at snack time just thrilled them to no end. Imagine that – a dog that LOVES his snacks. His morning snack was just a normal snack – but in the evening he got…wait for it…Frosty Paws. Doggie Ice Cream! Gene is walkin in tall cotton! There will be no more walking among the common dogs back home now!
All this to tell you that – Dogs like dog spa’s. They are REALLY spoiled there! I may take my next vacation with brother Gene, but I won’t hold my breath for Momma and Daddy to call ME in the bone booth.