Today, Simone decided to brave the drive down to the south end of Barrie. Simone's courage ain't what it used to be. Then again, she's carting a 2 year old and a puppy wherever she goes. Allowances must be made.
Simone had a nebulous idea of how to get to the kennel. She'd glanced at a map on the internet and memorized the major intersections and the directions she needed to follow. Then she piled the baby in the car seat, the dog in the back seat and proceeded to travel in the general required direction.
Simone may be part male. She did not stop and ask for directions at any given time. She caught every red light on her way to the kennel and back. She cursed each time she got a red light. She said, "Pardon me," to the baby because it's important to be a good example inasmuch as one can, based on the limitations of their character. She sped for a good deal of the way, and drove past the intersection she needed to turn at.
In any case, Simone found the kennel easily enough. Once she stopped the car in the circular driveway in front of the office though, Simone realized that she'd made a strategic mistake. The ground was covered in ice. Granted, a layer of sawdust prevented some amount of slippage, however, Simone was wearing... heels. Not the brightest choice for a freezing cold day during which one plans to visit a kennel. Still, Simone soldiered gamely on.
Baby B, however, was less than cooperative.
Eliot, senses spinning with the smell of doggies and barking to fill one's quota in a nanosecond, jumped out of the car and refused to jump back in.
"So much," thought Simone, "for Eliot passing the assessment to decide whether he'd be suited for doggie daycare..."
In the end, Simone decided that this kennel would work wonders for Eliot, the barking menace.
Whether Eliot will work wonders for the kennel... well, that is definitely to be decided...
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