Leaving your kids to go on vacation is no easy task. I totally feel for Brittney & The Boyfriend.

The boyfriend and I are going on a mini-vacation to San Francisco, which means we have to board the dogs. This is the first time we’ve ever had to do that. I’m already anxious as it is, but leaving my dogs behind for three days to be locked in a cage while I galavant in California drives my nervousness up to neurotic levels.

It seems that they’ve found a place that’s actually pretty good. But a commenter warns of one of the (possible) hidden dangers:

prepare for the possibility of the worst dog farts you can ever imagine.