All of The Doggy, None of The Doo

Recently I have been reading about a rent-a-dog service for busy professionals with lots of disposable income called FlexPetz. You too can borrow a dog for an afternoon to pick up chicks at the park or give your kids the illusion that they are ready to care for a pet. In an attempt to lift the miasma of crass commercialism from the enterprise, they emphasize that these dogs are mostly rescues. And can you guess the first locations? That's right, California followed by NYC later this month.

I've come across reactions ranging from livid indignation to tongue-in-cheek curiosity. Being profoundly jaded myself, FlexPetz just elicits an eye roll and the hope and expectation that the service remains small, fails quickly, and finds good permanent homes for the dogz.

Meanwhile, this coming week we are abandoning Pappy again to traipse off to yet-another-wedding (YAW). We have new housesitters in the form of our dog walker's visiting parents. But, heck, Pappy would be probably be as happy to have a limo come by and carry him off to a new renter each day. We should probably sign him up with FlexPetz-- as long as he gets to bring his ball for a little fetch action.

P.S. Get your leashes ready, June 22 is Take Your Dog to Work Day. So sayeth the governing elite at Pet Sitters International. (Thanks Chocolate Dog.)