On my many trips Stateside since moving to Germany, I am frequently asked, “Where is Geronimo?”
Everyone who knows me, knows that I deeply and probably somewhat obsessively, love my dog. Only the best for my 4-legged friend! When we go out-of-town, Geronimo goes to “camp,” known to the humans as Frau Bunk’s house.
Our many dog-loving neighbors have extended offers to watch G-mo, but – how do I say this? – he is a special snowflake. With many needs, wants, likes, dislikes, and fears, I find that it’s easier to pay someone to watch him. Otherwise I feel guilty about sticking my neurotic pooch on a friend.
That’s where Frau Bunk comes in. She is a German dog trainer who lives nearby and boards dogs in her home. And when I say “home” I really mean “giant doggie compound.”
German homes, at least the ones around here, are large by US standards, and Frau Bunk’s house is even bigger than that. It looks to be about the size of your average Texas Baptist Church. So big. She lives there with her husband and the rooms have been turned into dog runs. The yard also has some outdoor runs for the dogs, but most of it is just open space with a big fence around it.
When Geronimo stays there, I know that he is having fun running around with the other dogs, he’s getting tummy scratches from an expert tummy scratcher, and (best of all) he likes going there. Happy Geronimo = Happy Me.
I hate being away from him so frequently and for such long stretches of time, but it gives me peace of mind to know he’s taken care of. That’s all I can ask for. Plus Frau Bunk is cheap; I guess I can ask for that, too.
Who takes care of your pets when you aren’t around? Have you ever seen one dog shed so much? Gross!