Craci, on of my sister-in-law's Shih TzusWe just accompanied my sister-in-law to the grand opening of the Pet Hotel over at the PetSmart in Rancho. I've always marveled at how much people her pamper their pets, what with all sorts of accessories and heck, even a doggie stroller.
This Pet Hotel was no exception. It had all the "amenities" of a hotel, including "suites" which included a TV (not that Fido watches, but the sounds coming from the set are supposedly comforting to the dog), a "Bone Booth" (where owners can call the pet hotel, and the handlers would bring the dog over to the phone so the owner can hear him bark), and a toilet.
Yes, a toilet. It's in a room where dogs go to pee and poo after a refreshing 30-minute walk. At first I had visions of a dog sitting down and doing its thing (much like Bruce Almighty), but it turned out that the handlers scoop the poo from the room and dump it down the toilet. Much more sanitary that way.
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