Upon moving to Albuquerque, one of my tasks was to find Harlan a new doggy daycare. This was a task I was not enthusiastic about because I'd grown so fond of our Iowa City crew at Lucky Pawz. However, I did finally suck it up and found a place for the pup called Canine Country Club. All that was required were Har's vet records, and I could bring him the next day if I wanted. When Ben got home I told him the good news. About thirty minutes later (during which time he was conducting his own search on his phone), he said, "I don't like the looks of the country club. He should go to Enchantment Pet Resort and Spa." Mhmm. So I looked at the website.
This place has a 'Manners Institute', a playground, and THREE heated pools. Har is great, but does he need to go to the Ivy League of doggy daycares? I mean let's face it, we love our dog, but he is really just a big dumb oaf. Har wouldn't know the difference between a day at the land of enchantment and playing in a parking lot. But I could tell Ben had made up his mind (...I could also suddenly foresee a conversation over public vs. private school in our future...).
So I called to see if I could bring him in the next day. Negative. I was told that before Harlan could attend daycare, he would need to complete a 3-consecutive day evaluation (during which time he could flunk 'good doggedness' and not get invited back).
So today was his first day. I dropped him off at 7:30 and then spent the next 8 hours imagining all the possible dumbassery our dog was doing to fail daycare. Sound harsh? I'm going to take this opportunity to remind you that this is the dog who eats rocks for fun and is engaged in an epic ongoing hate fest with Asher's rubber ducky. Yeah, that's what I thought. But to my surprise, when I picked him up I was told he did great, and was given his 'report card' (see below).
So it looks like we go back tomorrow for round 2.
No changes to his behavior-- I have a feeling they save those for day 2. Also, if someone tells me we need to work on Harlan's self-confidence I will pee my pants from laughing so hard.
Har before daycare....
...and Har after.
"Rawr...I'm a nap monster."
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