I have spent the last week over in Munich, and couldn't take Daisy and Cybi. They were originally going to be looked after by a friend, but that fell through and they ended up having to go to kennels for six days. Daisy has had the odd night in the same kennels before as a kind of "trial run" but I was a bit nervous about leaving them for that length of time and with no idea of how Cybi was going to react to being in a kennel environment.
Short version: they were absolutely fine.
When I went to pick them up, I was expecting effusive cuddles and boisterous affection, which is exactly what I got from Cybi (I was crouching down to cuddle them, and he tried to climb on my knee, which led to both of us ending up sitting on the floor rather abruptly). Little Daisy didn't do quite what I expected though, in that she just came over and sat next to me, leaned her whole body into me and pressed her head into my hand. Yeah...that made me feel pretty guilty for leaving them.
Cybi has been quite his usual self since I retrieved them - bouncy and happy, and a noisy, hairy lump as usual. Daisy has been quite quiet and a little subdued. She has been super clingy, though that is wearing off now, and she has slept a lot since we have been home. I suspect she spent a week being quite stressed and nervous, and now that she is back in a familiar environment she is catching up on her sleep. In fact, she's sleep-chasing rabbits (or possibly sheep) at the moment, while lying with her head on my feet.
I grew up with dogs, but haven't been able to have one for years. Now I can. I am the unbelievably proud owner of a mostly border collie called Daisy and a border collie called Cybi, and since people have started rolling their eyes when I mention my dogs, I thought I'd better write it all down instead.
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