Here’s the funniest thing about Brookfields: when you pick your dog up, they’re sometimes a little annoyed to see you. Gus once gave me a side-eye that translated to, “Why are you here? I was just about to win at tug-of-war.” That’s the sign of a truly great boarding place. Your dog is happy, exercised, and maybe even a little tired from all the socializing.
I’ve started to think of Brookfields as a secret weapon for modern pet parenthood. It’s the place where you can go on vacation without guilt, and your dog goes on their own little adventure. No more tuna-scented neighbor. No more chewed-up shoes from boredom. Just a fluffy, happy pup who’s ready to be spoiled by you again.
Honestly, the hardest part is remembering not to book a room for yourself. But hey, your dog deserves the royal treatment. And you? You deserve the peace of mind that comes with knowing your best friend is having the time of their life—even if they don’t miss you that much. (They do. Probably. Eventually.)
