Hadley had her first experience at a real kennel this weekend. We've been lucky enough to be able to leave her with friends or at the "spa" (what my parents affectionately call the vet where they take Chubs). This kennel was not quite like that but it was still functional and the dogs were well taken care of. Though given Hadley's spoiled lifestyle of beds, toys, treats and constant attention, this was a big out of her comfort zone. I swear at night she was singing Somewhere Out There from American Tail and clinking her tin cup against her fence.
Hadley wasn't alone. Charlie was a bit traumatized leaving her there on Thursday and was a little anxious about her being there. He was suffering a bit of withdrawal and could not wait to pick her up on Sunday.
But come on, it's hard to ignore this little face:
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