[Dailydrool] Nudge Visits the Exclusive Spa in Western PA Day #3

[Pat Dill]

To My Drooling Friends,

The relaxing spa life has resumed after yesterday's exhausting time with the 
Cleaning Lady.

Despite the early breakfast time of 4:30, I enjoyed my morning meal.  I have 
decided that I like cantaloupe, which the other houndies seem also to 
consume with gusto.

After the slaves went to work, I decided my morning activity should be a 
long nap on one of the many custom basset beds throughout the facility.  I 
counted, and there are nine altogether, even though there are only five 
houndies here at the spa.  The sheslaves always referred to Dearly Departed 
Cuzin Hugh as a "bed slut" because he would move from bed to bed, trying 
them all out, even waiting for one to be vacated so he could move to it 
while it was still warm.  I prefer to look at it more from the Goldilocks 
perspective.  I try them all out, finding one too hard, one too soft, until 
finally I find the one that is "just right."

One pawticularly nice bed is referred to as "the drawer."  The Drawer came 
to the Western PA spa by way of Benji, a foster-turned-keeper from many 
years ago.  His person had to go to a nursing home, but when Benji came to 
live with Pat and Carol the bed crafted from an enormous bureau drawer came 
with him.  It has drawer pulls on the bottom for feet, and there is a big 
cut-out in the front so a basset can climb in without a struggle.  Inside 
the nice wooden box is a big comfy bed, and sleeping in the drawer has a way 
of making a houndie feel all enclosed and safe.  I selected The Drawer and 
had a lovely nap there.

Twice during the day special spa attendants from next door stop by in order 
to give us houndies our requisite potty break and to attend to our every 
need.  Tina and her mom Evelyn feed us treats and guide us to the yard to do 
our business.  I like to wander and smell the grass.  Hurrying is not in my 
nature, but they don't seem to mind.  They also give lovely pets.

Before I know it, the sheslaves are home, and it doesn't take a basset long 
to know that the Return Home equates to Suppertime!  I am a picky eater, but 
apparently the slaves here have been advised of my preferences because so 
far every meal has included something which I enjoy.  Shhhh!  Do not tell my 
full-time slaves that I am eating every meal, or they will come to expect 
it!

Am hoping for something more exciting for tomorrow, although all this good 
food, fresh air, and quality nap time is making me quite relaxed.

Zzzzzzzzz.  Nudge.