Journal



#1,275 Boarding.

So Ben and I are making the annual trip up to the North Carolina mountains for the summer youth trip and we’ve been going back and forth about what to do about Chevy and Baker since we hate to burden any family or friends with 2 bears for a week. And so. We visited a boarding kennel. And it was impressive. It didn’t smell like pee (too much) and it’s air conditioned with a yard they can run around in. So, sounds good to me. Especially since it’s $12.50 per day per pup. Is that about what it costs everywhere else? I have no idea.

Also, my parents’ fancy electric trash can that would mash the garbage down that they’ve had since the house was built 21 years ago, finally died. So my ever-reasonable daddy, rather than spend $600 on a new one, is just building a slide out drawer for the trash can. And my mother remembered the name and color of the cabinet stain from 21 years ago, bought it, and was correct. That never happens to me, ever.