Bert and I are going away for a month so finding somewhere good for Meeka to stay was a pretty high priority. After extensive searching we hit upon a farm with 18 acres of fenced in land including a pond and no cages at any point (including at night when the dogs are given pretty much free reign of the first floor of the house).

Just to be sure that it wasn’t too good to be true Bert and I drove all the way out to Ontario (1.5 hours) yesterday to check the place out. A few highlights of our trip:

1. The Burger King in Riceville only takes cash so beware if you’re hungry and using plastic.
2. Streets that are called ‘Country Road #16′ aren’t nearly as quaint as they sound.
3. There is something really spooky about driving through a farming town that’s pretty much devoid of life (I guess everyone was hanging out in the tractor repair shop or something).
4. When seven dogs have spent half the day in a pond, they stink.
5. Anyone who lives in the same house as seven dogs who have spent half the day in a pond has to be a bit on the odd side.

Ah yes, the ‘host’ at the farm was quite possibly the epitomy of “not a people person” as a personality description. He didn’t actually say hello, he just grinned at us as he unchained the fence. Initial impression, my goodness, this guy is an axe murderer. Then he led us around his property with almost no discussions (he asked what breed our dog is and how old she is and that was it). Our overall impression was that the guy must be great with dogs, you know, because he’s so weird with people so Meeka has found her ‘pet resort’ for the month of September.