He needs to do something besides poop. And what a GREAT segue to an actual plea for help on my hot thread. Turns out the friends I thought would keep my dog have decided to just not answer me. I would assume that's the passive agressive way to say no, which is fine. So now daddy Bwaysinger needs to find a kennel. I think I found one that sounds REALLY excellent (it's called Run Spot Run) and it's not even that expensive ($35/day). Anyone else have any fallback contingencies they know of in case this place is booked? Thanks!
Poor doggie. His little eyes would be like targets for a scratch-happy cat. :) Oh, Poppy, my roommate's the wrong person to call psycho...that's others!