Hey Cats,

Here's a pile of pics of everybody having fun here at the Hotel.  Hope you dig it.

Boona, 12 weeks old and livin' the life.

Scooby 12 years old and pacing himself.

Stella, 4 mos.

Macci leaving Copper and Oscar to smell the roses.

First squirrels of the season getting bold.  The Pet Hotel is listed on TripAdvisor as being one of the most squirrel unfriendly places in Canada.

This is Norton.  He has the same skin thickness as a Ziplock bag.  He has been coming for awhile.  On his form it stated under breed: Italian Greyhound.  

Here is Norton seated next to George.  George too listed his breed as, "Italian Greyhound."

Here's a picture, illegally obtained from the internet, I got when I Googled: Italian Greyhound.  This being the case, I have no idea whose knee that is.

Here's George and Norton again, this time discussing their similarities.  Note the patch of white on their noses.

Here is a baby black bear we found huddled up in a ball beside the highway.

Kidding.

Here is a picture of Norton being sniffed by Zeus, a fine example of a Jack Russell.

One day of sun is often enough to cure these midwinter blues.

Macci and Ruby performing in this month's production of. "Rin Tin Tin,  Escape From Alcatraz."

 Here is a nice shot of co-star, Macci, and Director, Norton, at the premier.

Riveting....

....yet filled with many tender moments.

Diesel, leaving the performance.  Two thumbs up, maybe three.

And lastly for this post, I would like to pay tribute to one of the fallen.  I used to look at other boarding facility's websites and  noted that some of them had lists of dogs who were no longer with us.  Some of these lists were quite long.  I thought, "Now there's some good advertising."  Well, since I've been running this place, I have started to change my thoughts on the subject.  Fact is we are coming up to our tenth year here at the Hotel.  By our fifteenth year, chances are, every single dog that we started with will no longer be here. And, although I would like to skirt the subject, and despite the nine lives advantage,  I have to include myself  amongst those numbers.  Don't worry, Dick will carry on the legacy(providing he takes it easy on the kitty chow).  Get ready for lots of abstract portraits.  Anyway, I am putting off the point here.  It would seem completely uncaring to lose a family member(for many do become like family here) and say nothing.  We lost one of the most familiar and endearing members of our pack here at the Hotel and we just want to let him know that there is a hole here as big as an ocean.  Safe travels Kucha.

Me and Kucha.  

Hey Cats,

How was your Christmas?  Christmas is always busy at the Hotel.  Here's a bit of the comings and goings.

This here's Rusty.  He feels a little rusty these days but give hime a pull toy and look out!

Nena.  She speaks Spanish.  I am presently taking a crash course so that we can get to know one and other a bit better.

She's not very cute.

Neither is Macci.

Around Christmas time we like to do a little Ice Capades type perfomance.  This year's theme is cartoon characters.  Here are some of the cast members on a break.

Macci trying out for the role of Bambi.

Nena vying for the yet to be named fairy princess.

Dlilah and Chili facing off for Wile E. Coyote.

Which one would you pick?

Cedar, however, knows she is a shoe in.  Does anybody know what "a shoein" really means?

Buddy is to be Foghorn Leghorn.  "That was a joke son.  See you're too short, all the good ones go over your head."

Fairy godmother Rebel.

Not sure on Adolfo's part yet.-some sort of grazing bovine perhaps.

Sam and Adolfo rehearsing for the scene where there is a fight to the death to gain the affections of the yet to be named heroine.

Who should win her affections, Sam or Adolfo?

All that for little Mika here.

Bida settling in.

Chelsea.  

Finnegan on patrol.

Would you look at that gob.

Macci caught on security tape making a run for the cat zone.  This is pretty cute the first 15 or so times but then fails to impress.

Ulu trying to look like Flipper.

Rocky, the Boxer, boxing with Adolfo.

Xena and Rebel 

That's it for now cats,

Tune in soon for scenes from our upcoming "Wild and Crazy" new years party.  

Gary

P.S.

There is a draw to be held for a two night free stay at the Pet Hotel.  In order to get into the draw you have to post a comment on this post.  I'll announce a winner next time-though chances of a bunch of comments are pretty slim.

Well Cat's,

Like I said, the previous post will be the last without snow for a while.  So why don't you peruse a few shots while Dick and I work on our festive version of, "Baby it's Cold Outside."

MMMMmmm, Baby it's cold outside...

Here's the seasonally appropriately named Jingle Bell and Hugo.  The reason Ruth looks like that is Hugo has his foot jammed where all but a dog might consider an inappropriate place.

Cleo.  

Hugo moves like a Jello® tidal wave.

This here's Piglet trying to blend in to the floor.

Jingle Bell ringing in the season.

Burton and his wanton dislike of the feline variety is not a well kept secret.

Jeeze is it ever slippery out here.  No kidding Pavlov.  Boy dogs are dumb.

Listen Karma, turns out I was just kidding about that dumb bit.

Chloe, selected Miss January for the Pet Hotel Naked Dog Calender(Dick's idea).

Sorry Rebel, there are to be no Mr. Januarys or any month for that matter.  

Montana, too close for comfort.  

Piglet again.

Cody, poster boy for flatulence.

Cody, taking exception with such distinction.  Yeah, well you ride in the car with him then.

A very possible candidate for Miss February.

Bida.  Bida has but one method of communication involving a foghorn rivaling bay.

 That's right you Mister.  

Kodi, Miss March.

My Dog Jil, Mis-anthropist.

Alrighty then,

See you soon and I'll have a shed load more of Pet Hotel antics for you.  And, if I don't do that before Christmas, here's wishing you and all yours a Holly Jolly Festive Season.

P.S.

Here's Dick and I with the final cut of "Baby it's Cold Outside."  He is, of course, Anne Murray.  Hope you like it.