Just dropped them off with their little luggage. I felt like I was tricking them, or something.
We go there, start playing, having a great time, and then I just ditch 'em.
The folks at the kennel had the pool all cleaned and ready for River, so she was happy about that... There was a cutie young English bulldog there who really wanted to play with Robin and kept bouncing and play bowing through the fence, but I think he was a little much for her. If they'd met properly, they might have had a great time. But Robin was already stressed and had the fence between them. Her little tail was held up high, hackles up... She was interested in him and polite until he pawed at the chainlink in her face. That was a step too far and she started growling and acting ugly.
But she came away easily and ignored him after that, so... Yeah. We'll call her dog selective-- or situationally selective. Can't blame her.
At any rate, she's learning to use a doggie door, and was having a grand time doing zoomies in the yard. Once they settle in a little, they'll have a great time.
Me, on the other hand... I'm not liking this quiet house.
"In these bodies, we will live; in these bodies we will die.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life." --Marcus Mumford