Molly, a bulldog, cuddling with a Chateau Poochie employee

Dog Day Afternoon

Raising your pet like royalty is a time-honored American tradition. But how far should we go in the name of love? A treatise from the author of the soon-to-be published dog memoir, Afterglow.
Jeff, an owner, dropping off his bichon frise in the lobby of Florida dog spa Chateau Poochie.
Sophie, a bichon frise, on her favorite chair in the Teacup Room, which costs $199 a night and includes individual playtime.

I HAD HEARD THAT IF I PUT YOU at the middle of my life my life would improve and it was true. It seemed you had a strong need to go to the country, the ocean, to live in the woods a little while. After all you really needed a car. And every time I opened the door you were so happy to jump in and see where the wonderful expedition was taking you. When you were old you had your own furniture, step-ups and soft benches so you could make the old leap into the truck still and off we’d go. You had soft bowls, and hard ones, short cups, and you would even drink right out of my hands. I had to remember to take care of you. If it was hot you needed water and I realized then that I needed water too.


With you everything got better. It got close. Or we could sit outside and look into the distance. Or I could just sit there, inside or out, and gaze at the parts of you. Your paws. So soft I’d rub my fingers against them, your hard round living mittens. Your pads, the underneath of your feet, were like delicate sneakers, hardy from walking barefoot all the time, but I had to also notice that I was wearing flip-›¢flops now because the tar was so hot and you were alive and felt things too. Ouch. I loved how you loved snow. You’d bounce and smile and go crazy. You learned to swim so very old. Water made you young again, light. The green illumination went on in your eyes and you had everything back again. You liked the city, the garbage, the stink, the sidewalks covered in chicken bones, and French fries and an opera of smelly stuff and the country was so wild, and you just liked to run.



I don’t think you were a friend, you were more like dating life itself, meeting it head-on so every time I went into it with you, or if I was in my apartment, home alone or with someone else, you always threw us back on what we were doing and how we were doing because you needed us, and your stuff, your toys, your water, your food, your in and out and that was it and why was I ever suffering, why did I think life was so complicated when it was simply this. Us here now.

Dog spa owner Amy Jo Birkenes reads to Fenway, a black Lab, during a story-time ($6 per session) demonstration in the Aquamarine Suite.
Ollie the bichon frise getting a blueberry facial in the spa. Owners pay $20 per bottle, which will be kept in a cabinet, then $8 per facial. The blueberry facial gets rid of the yellow in dogs’ fur, which Paige, the groomer, recommends for blonde human hair, too.
A pamphlet for Chateau Poochie calls it “the world’s most exclusive hotel for dogs & cats.”
Spa owner Amy Jo Birkenes’s shih tzu Mitzy gets a massage in the massage room ($30 for a 20-minute session).
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Cody, a labradoodle, during playtime in the Fitness Center.
Two miniature Australian shepherds, a Yorkie named Duke, and Gator, a mix, hanging out in the Social Lounge.
Andrea with Cocoa, a mix, in Le Jardin, the outdoor garden. Cocoa likes to jump from the ground onto Andrea’s shoulders during playtime outside.
Bear, a bullmastiff (and employee favorite), enjoying some sunshine in Le Jardin.

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