first. can you check out adriana's awesome birthday giveaway? i didn't get back to her in time to sponsor it because of cray life lately and i should have because i love her to bits and it's the cutest. i love her guys. please check it out!
are you guys getting bored of the disney stuff yet? i keep debating back and forth whether to include all these photos, but then i think, who WOULDN'T want to see an ice castle? but you let me know.
okay here's the story.
so remember how much i loved scooby's daycare back in north carolina? well, i found one here in florida. i absolutely didn't love it as much as the one in nc, which i felt was like family, but it was clean, seemed safe and secure, had a great play area, and it is 3 minutes from work. so i enrolled scooby. to enroll in daycamp is a process. there is an interview with me, an interview with him, a temperament test and then a free "introduction" day. he of course passed all of these with flying colors because, although he is struggling on interacting with human strangers right now, he was raised in a foster pack and is amazing with other dogs.
so anyway, today i'm having my peppermint tea and i pull up the webcam at his daycare. i tend to check it a handful of times during the day for peace of mind. so i check it... and scooby is locked in a cage jumping and upset while he watches the other animals play.
so, i think, well maybe something happened and he'll be back quick. i force myself to turn off the webcam and check it 30 mins later. he's still in there.
alright, i'm pissed. so i call.
they don't pick up.
now, i'm legit not working because i'm like oh my god, what is going on.
finally someone calls back and said that the counselor running the camp for the morning session said that scooby was owed "three time outs" because he was play biting another dog's legs.
you know, if i start gnawing on my coworker's legs, i hope i get a write up, but this is a dog.
so i say, how long are these time outs?
an hour each.
ex-squeeze me? baking powder.
i forced myself to smile, say ok, and hang up.
because listen, at that point if i was an idiot, that camp counselor probably would have beat him.
so i obsess watch. and the afternoon counselor comes in, the one who was with him on his intro day. and he does great. no time outs, they're outside. i'm feeling better.
then i pick him up.
and the morning counselor sends him home with a "bad report card".
what. the... THIS DOG?
oh you mean the dog that has laid by my side every single night through all this crap? the dog that comes with me to every store, the dog that endures long car rides, longer days, and my tears?
i. hate. you. morning. counselor.
so now i don't know what to do? am i overreacting? scooby loves camp, and i need camp to make sure he's happy and tired because of work and long hours and being by myself here without anyone to help me let him out, etc. THANKS EX MANFRIEND. not to mention, i really feel like it was just this lady judging his play beecause he did awesome all afternoon with the other girl.
ugh. i'm so livid. i'm not sure what to do. keep in mind there are NO other workable options for daycamp.
what do you guys think?
love, cujo's mom.