Doggy-Daycare! This is a new but welcome concept to me. I like it in the way I appreciate the Theatre of the Absurd. For more than I pay in rent, I can put my high-energy Disco-dog into the hands of strangers, and the paws of 20 some other crazy dogs. The idea is that rather than leave Rover at home while you work, you can now work to afford to keep your dog entertained without you. At $26/day (!!) it is not much cheaper than child-care, and from what I saw of the facilities, programs consist of letting dogs run their brains out in fun and frolic on a rubber floor, and dash outside as they feel the need. At that rate, I expect my dog returned to me knowing which fork to use with salad. At any rate, she loved it. She was reported to have led the pack in mighty circles all day long, and certainly she only wanted to sleep when she came home. But we gotta work on the separation anxiety thing, cuz I am NOT spending all that money so she can live in an amusement park.
Someone sent me a terrific Dilbert today, although it is frowned on and deemed cynical to snicker over these things.
Dilbert: "The project has a 70% chance of minor success and a 30% chance of corporate destruction."
Pointy haired Boss: "I like those odds. When can we start?"
