It's funny how the canine kids react to the kennel.
They seem to "know" they're going: they can't wait to get in the car; they wiggle with excitement; they pant with anticipation.
It's the same way when we pick them up to come home: wiggling and drooling with glee.
They they arrive back at the house and drop. :o)
They literally sleep for two days (with the necessary exceptions for eating and potty-ing, of course).
Elsie can't seem to stop yawning.
And all three want and need human contact more than normal, especially the Elsie squirt.
The kennel folks this time fell in love with Ridge. They liked Baxter (their comment: "he drooled a lot") and Elsie (their comment: "she was fine as long as she got enough attention"), but they loved Ridge. They said he was very calm and affectionate.
I suppose the difference in their behaviors comes from experience: Ridge is most familiar with kennels (he lived in one); Baxter and Elsie have only experienced them when we've gone away.
But for all three, it's an exhilarating, exhausting time. They come home, need to be touched, eat, then fall asleep.
It makes for greater productivity for me. :o) And a quieter house overall.
What's silly, though, is this: I miss their rambunctiousness! Go figure.
Not to worry. They'll be their old selves tomorrow. :o)
'Til next time,
P.S. After our visit earlier this week, Jon has decided to go to IUP (my alma mater). Yay!