One unfortunate part of leaving on holiday, is dealing with Moomoo. We have kenneled her a few times, for short periods of 2 or 3 days. This last trip south was our first experience leaving her in a new kennel, for a week. It's the only kennel in town, so we don't have alot of choice unless we want to drive her further south. They seemed like a nice couple on the phone, retired from showing and training dogs a few years back. She warned me before we dropped Moo off that they had a pair of Pot Bellied pigs as well, that had to be kept indoors until the snow was melted, so there was a bit of a smell in the building.
Fast forward a few weeks. Chris decides to hop in with me on my way to drop her off with the girls the afternoon before our trip. We get out to their acreage, with several buildings and wire fences. We enter the kennel together, and just about walked right out. The smell was awful. Beyond awful. There was Mr. Kennel sitting behind a desk a foot away from the source if the horrid stench, the Pigs. Poor Moo. I guess (and I can only assume this as we spent less than 3 minutes in there before we had to relieve our watering eyes) you would get used to the smell. I decided right then and there that Moo would be getting a bath the instant she stepped a paw into my house on our return. I could still smell the ammonia off Chris when he walked in the door after work that night.
Needless to say, Moo was not impressed at our abandoning her in this environment. She refused to co-operate with Mrs. Kennel, who tried desperately to be her friend by sitting outside her kennel for hours talking to her, only to have Moo lunge at her the minute she tried to open her door. She hardly ate, and would only make nice with Mr. Kennel when he was on night shift. Apparently our dog knows how to hold a grudge.