I’ve toured Stone Mountain Pet Lodge three times now with different radio station reps. Each time the tour was the same, yet different.  You open the door to the Chalet suites and the dogs immediately set up a ruckus. Loudest, of course, is Apollo.  He’s a Rottweiler, all boy. You’re not going to get by his temporary abode without him knowing it. Other dogs are mellow, especially the yellow Labs.  They’re the Zen dogs, just going with the flow until Mom and Dad come to take them home.  Pebbles and BamBam are in the small-dog suites. Their folks must be on vacation. They’re quite vociferous, compared to the basset hounds a couple of doors down.  

The last rep has cat allergies, so we didn’t visit the cattery. I wanted to see the tiny Bengal cat again. She’s so cute, like a tiger cub, only not as hefty. She’s the poor little rich kitty, hanging out in her cat penthouse, leaping from branch to pillow, hiding under the chair, and perching near the window to watch the chickadees at the outdoor feeder. In my next life, I want to be a cat.

–Cindy