Dog Pension: Is There Life Away From Home? A dog blog called Voland.
At the threshold of the New Year, which means that every second house turns into outright chaos: people pack their bags in anticipation of a vacation. Is it worth explaining why this is the most dreary season of the year for dogs? We sigh heavily, lower our eyes, climb under the bed and make an insidious plan to destroy the suitcase. But no matter what we do, the result is inevitable: we go to the dog hotel.
How many of them were in my lifetime - not to count: from dirty hostels and shelters with fleas and all evil spirits to five-star apartments “all inclusive”. In some I spent time in solitary confinement, in others I shared space with other guests and enjoyed chatting with the opposite sex. Some imposed a strict daily routine and short walks on an equally short leash, others provided complete freedom of action, including sports games and going outdoors.
In different countries, the concept of a hotel for animals is different. In Vietnam, for example, my deluxe room was a small-sized aviary, where it’s problematic to stretch even paws. The 40-degree heat and lack of air conditioning made me apathetic, so I slept more than I was awake. In his free time howled. Then he fell asleep again. And the hosts were enthusiastically told stories about how we all frolic on the playground all day and robbed each other of balls.
In fairness, in my memory and in Europe there were real “prisons”, with indoor amenities.I remember returning home after two days in the "gas chamber", having heard nightmares about the inhumane attitude of the locals towards hunting dogs, I spent the rest of the day under the master's bed, just in case. But once I was sent out of town, to a farm, where I tasted all the delights of free life. Since then, staying at the hotel has acquired a new meaning for me, and at the sight of a familiar area, the paws themselves carried me to meet freedom, football and racing for local cats!
In Bulgaria, along with traditional approaches, the dog hotel business is actively applying modern technology. The rooms are equipped with security cameras that allow us to watch us at any time of the day. Video from walks and sporting events appears daily on social networks and, voila, my owner, who signed up for the hotel’s Facebook page, already knows that a few minutes ago I scored a goal against the shepherd’s goal, and she bit a soccer ball out of anger! Sometimes it even seems to me that I'm participating in a dog version of a reality show Big Brother:no matter what you do and whoever you sort things out with, everything secret becomes apparent outside the walls of the hotel. As a common phrase from George Orwell’s novel reads, “Big brother is watching you!”
No matter what hotel I stay in, they all have one thing in common: the need for survival and self-affirmation. Whether to remain proudly alone or compete for primacy in the competition, everyone decides for himself. My ambitions do not allow me to stay away from politics.Those like me do not accept conformism and refuse to live by the rules of others. Fighters for their rights, for a place on the master's couch, for meat instead of dry food - someday people like me will make a revolution from below, and the dog hotel will become the ideological mouthpiece of the freedom and equality of breeds!