|I'd only miss seeing the films if they starred dogs.|
We have just completed attending the #Palm #Springs International Film Fest, a 10-day movie-going orgy. We thought that leaving Gizmo at home alone for hours on end would be cruel and might lead to mistakes or accidents and scolding him. So we took him along, loading his cage (or “container”) in the car each morning.
#Gizmo was anxious to get into his home/cage and never apparently saw it as a jail. After generally picking theaters with covered parking or with larg trees in the adjoining lot, we carefully parked in the shade and left all windows open a tiny bit.
Every two hours, after the film was over (we saw 3 to 4 per day, 25 total), I would go to the car, take Gizmo out for a long walk and offer him some water, which he generally refused. When it came time to go back into the car and the #cage, he was energetically anxious to get back inside, where he could sleep and chew on a rawhide bone, if he wanted to (generally, he only chewed when we were in the car).
The result: we saw all the films we wanted to. Gizmo had more walks than he ever did before, and everyone was happy.
“From a dog’s point of view his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog. ” Mabel L. Robinson