The one thing that I hate about going on vacation is that if it's anywhere that requires flying, it usually means also boarding Blaze. Now, Blaze is not a social dog by any means, and that's not his fault but that of Nick. Nick trained him to be a little soldier.
Blaze, like me, does not get along well with others. This time was no exception. The dog that we took to the boarding place was happy and intact. When we picked him up today, all four of his paws was bloody from running around on pebbles in the play area. His snout area was rubbed raw and also bleeding from sticking his muzzle through a chain link fence.
When I saw him, I couldn't help but start to cry, because the alternative was blind rage. I have taken him to this place before and he did well. I cannot imagine what on earth happened this time around.
He's laying on the floor right now, curled up with his Fluffy. I never want to leave him again.
