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| - My husband and I had been planning a trip to visit friends in Glendale when we found out one of them was allergic to dogs. That meant we needed to find a place to board him close by and in a hurry. The Furshire seemed like the perfect place. Every time I called my call was received by friendly, enthusiastic staff.
Being that we are from out of state and our dog isn't used to the hot weather in Arizona, my husband was worried it might be too warm for our pooch. We insisted on a tour before completing paperwork, just in case we didn't feel comfortable. We were given whirlwind tour and felt that our dog would be comfortable. All the other dogs there, either boarders or day care drop-offs, all seemed happy. When we saw the pool we thought this was without a doubt a great place. We completed the tour, signed off on the paperwork and were on our way.
We only left our dog for two nights, dropping him off on Thursday afternoon and picking him up early Saturday morning. We received pictures of him playing with other dogs in the pool and felt at ease.
When we picked him up, the employee who greeted us and brought him out was friendly enough and let us know that he had been a good boy, had really enjoyed the pool and been a quiet dog. The last part of her statement worried me a bit as he is a quiet dog at home, but not so much when we aren't with him. When she brought him out he was thrilled to see us and gave us as enthusiastic a greeting as he could. I was given the bag containing his food and immediately noticed that out of the five servings we had provided for his feeding, three were being returned. When we got him in the car and headed off down the road I started to get really worried. His tongue was darker than usual and he wouldn't stop panting. He also had a scrape on his nose. I asked my husband to pull over so that we could walk him, just in case having to "go" was the problem. It wasn't. I then gave him water (about a cup) which he immediately drank up. I went into the convenience store, bought him a big bottle of water and he drank almost the entire bottle. He was completely dehydrated!
That wasn't the end of it. We were on our way to my husband's high school reunion, about an hour's drive north of Phoenix. Our dog was completely knocked out the entire drive. When we arrived there and walked him he finally "went" and we found that there was blood in his stool. Also, being that we feed him the same food all the time, we could tell he had eaten food other than his own. Later when he was barking to go in the pool we learned he was completely hoarse leading us to believe he had barked himself so. It took two days for our dog to completely recover from his experience at The Furshire.
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