So I took Quincy to the new kennel this morning. I'm pretty sure they think I'm totally nuts.
A lady came out to get Quincy and his stuff and she looked at his Spiderman backpack and said, "whoa" lol
But I hate taking Quincy to a kennel so I try and make sure that he has everything he needs to be comfortable (except for me):
-Dog Bed (a cheapy one that's just for the kennel)
-Super soft blanket
-My old stuffed bear, Boo-Boo (even though it's not very stuffed anymore)
-His dog food (each serving in a separate baggie)
-His treats (one before bed)
-And all this (except the dog bed) is in his very own Spiderman backpack.
Ok, so I really may be nuts when it comes to the dog...but at least I'm not making the kennel give him a heaping tablespoon of plain yogurt after breakfast every morning.
As you can probably deduce, my dog is spoiled...with serious entitlement issues. And yes, I'm aware it's completely my own fault.