Gone to the Dogs...

Twice a week, weather depending, Cleo goes to Mill Pond Doggie Daycare in Quakertown. She goes from 8:15am to about 12:30pm. She runs all morning with her doggie friends and comes home tired and happy. Jim and I love the days she's at daycare because its a phenomenal outlet for her and she gets to be with other dogs which is one of her most favorite things. Below are some pics of her taken at daycare this past summer.

Clearly she is in all her glory. So today I pick her up and Ryan the guy who watches the dogs at the camp brings her out to me and I ask how she made out today. Ryan said it was pretty windy but other than that they had a great day. I mentioned to Ryan that Jim and I didn't have her wear her fleece vest today because we were afraid that it would get wet because of all the rain yesterday and she would be stuck in a soaking wet vest all day. He looked at me and said, "So far Cleo is the only one who's vest has held up." I went on some dissertation about how its such a nice quality vest...blah blah...has a zipper...blah blah...velcro's...blah blah.  Ryan looks at me like I have lost my mind and says, "Have you ever seen your dog play with other dogs?" I cringed and said yes...knowing full well where he was going with this. Ryan says, "I'm pretty sure the only reason Cleo's vest has survived is because she is the one wearing it." Apparently, Cleo has a habit of ripping the other dogs vests off so they can play tug of war with them.

I can't help but wonder if the outward destruction of the others dogs vests is some passive aggressive outburst to how mush she hates her own vest. Either that or the white sash on her forehead really is the mark of Satan. Regardless I called Jim to tell him about it and we both laughed like hell. That dog is beyond sassy.