Mike and I are both going to be gone at the end of the month, so Oliver needs to be boarded. He was downright spoiled with the Good Dog Hotel when we lived in Indianapolis and the closest thing we can find in Northwest Indiana is Auntie Barbara’s Bed, Bath and Biscuit.

My parent’s dog, Floyd, does very well when he stays at Auntie Barbara’s, with a huge farmhouse, a barn that’s been converted into pet suites, and 10 acres to run and play.

We have to take Oliver in next week for an “interview,” which lasts 30-45 minutes, to see if he qualifies to stay at the Bed, Bath and Biscuit. When I called to schedule, Auntie Barbara didn’t even ask my name or phone number, but wanted to know lots about Oliver. We’ve been instructed to bring his vet records and toys to the interview, and we’re praying he doesn’t bite her because we haven’t started dog training yet.

We’re such suckers and can’t fathom putting Ollie in a kennel while we’re away.

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