I took my first Keeshond to puppy school to learn socialization skills. It seemed to be going well as she was happily playing with a Sheltie -- who soon had blood all over his white chest.
His person and I freaked out -- turned out he had lost a baby tooth while he and Holly were playing. Whew! I'm pretty sure you get expelled from puppy school if you actually wound your playmates.
Lisa, I rarely leave home for more than a few hours because of the critters. I have two people I really trust to take care of them, and neither was available for the weekend.
My two rescue dogs are un-boardable. Especially, George, who has separation issues, sometimes when I'm just outside. Or upstairs.
George roused me and Dinah again this morning when he heard a coyote at 1:30. Two nights in a row, and I'm already tired of this routine. I actually dreamt about foxes last night (I think that's a first!), but I'm blaming a coyote for Drew's disappearance.
And, no, Jim, I don't think I can keep time very well when I'm running through the dark like a lunatic, trying to sound as threatening as possible while also not falling and breaking any useful bones.
I am now, as I was the last time there was a predator attack, on edge all the time. Every outdoor sound -- and I'm keeping a window slightly open day and night -- unnerves me and I run outside.
I AM jealous of people who can go places and do things without having to obsess over their pets' safety. I will never be one of those folks.