Yesterday my mom took me to Portsmouth Dog Park where I rolled in the grass and gravel, sat in the mud, and cooled off in the community kiddie pool for hours and I was as happy as could be until my mom decided I was dirty enough for a trip to Club Canine.
When I heard the words "Club Canine" I thought of sandy beaches, Olympic sized swimming pools, and swaying palm trees but when I got out of the car
I was disappointed. Where's the pool, beach, and swaying palm trees, I wondered? They weren't out front, that's for sure, so I convinced myself that the luxury was in the back of the building so I wandered in
to find a different kind of luxury: tall, roomy bathtubs, sweet smelling shampoo and conditioner, brushes, cool jet streamed water,
and a vacuum cleaner hose that my mom promised was really a specialty doggie blow dryer.
When all of the pampering was over I forgot all about the beach and the pool because I got all of the luxury I needed right here at Club Canine!