My rambunctious personality has once again put me in a tight spot with Tall Human. After going for an evaluation (and passing with flying colors, mind you) at a new daycare and boarding facility yesterday, Tall dropped me off this morning for all-day play so she could get some work done.
When she arrived to pick me up, the owner and "top dog," as he calls himself, said to Tall, "I have some concerns about Dixie." He proceeded to tell her that I never tired once the entire day, I stressed out the other dogs by constantly trying to engage them in play (and not taking no for an answer when they didn't want to play), and had bad play manners. He also told her that I spent the afternoon with him or another employee one-on-one rather than being in the play group. Needless to say, Tall was not pleased with this news.
We all had such high hopes and were excited about this new facility because it's only about four blocks from our new loft, which makes it oh-so-convenient. Unfortunately, the owner/top dog told Tall that he thinks it's best if I don't return. Talk about rubbing salt in an open wound . . .
Luckily for me, Wag is more than happy to have when the humans need daycare for me, so I'm thankful for that. Not to knock this new place, but there were only five other dogs to play with today. I'm accustomed to three or four times that at Wag, which almost guarantees that several dogs can match my energy level.
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