Poor Biscuit had to stay home this time. The kennel refused
to accept him about a half hour before we were supposed to
leave because he had a couple stitches. He likes going there
because he gets a week of air conditioned play time with
other dogs... we call it doggy summer camp.

It always happens like that, major chaos right before the
trip. Kim even tried crying a bit in front of kennel mgmt
in an effort to get them to accept him. No deal.

Luckily, Kim's mom saved us by agreeing to spoil him with
treats while we were gone. A huge "thank you" to her.