Son 1 attended a 007, spy-themed party at the Ranches this weekend and as I drove through the rabbit warren of streets lined with beautiful identikit villas to collect him, it occurred to me that I might not know any of the other parents.
He’s on a school bus, so I have much less contact with his school than my other son’s (higher-maintenance) school, which I visit every day for the drop-off. Plus, the way they do a shake, rattle and roll each year with the six classes in each grade means both the pupils and parents get a fresh start each September.
Anyway, the party was still going on, so the parents huddled in the kitchen while a pair of energetic teenagers led the games outside. I struck up a conversation with another British mum, as the kids hurled water bombs at each other, and we exchanged details about our child’s name, class, etc.
(The drawback with mixing up the classes is I spend ages wracking my not-so-well-oiled brain, trying to work out if the mum I’m talking to is the same person I sat giggling with in a coffee shop three years ago, is the class mum – who deserves deep respect, in my opinion, and I probably owe money to – or is indeed a newcomer.)
The British lady and I didn’t talk about our children for long, because the conversation quickly moved on to her dogs. Specifically, the doggy daycare they were being treated to that day. Yes, treated to.
“Do you want to see some photos of my dogs?” she asked, rhetorically, then reached for her phone, pulled up Facebook and clicked on a post from the doggy daycare.
“There they are,” she said proudly. “Awww, look what they’re doing!”
I peered at her phone. Her dogs, indeed very cute (and known as Little and Large, due to one being big and the other handbag-sized), were pictured frolicking around a sizeable grassy, landscaped yard, with tunnels and other playthings laid out for them.
“That’s their swimming pool,” she said, enlarging a photo of a sparkling blue pool, big enough to hold at least 10 children.
“Swimming pool?” I responded, my eyes widening, “For the dogs?”
“Yes, and that’s where they rest. It’s great – they go every Saturday.” [“Means we can actually do something on Saturdays,” her husband interjected.] “In fact, we must dash – it’s doggy pick-up time at 6.”
She showed me one last photo of her cat [“Do they do cat daycare, too?” I ventured, my mind still processing this whole concept and spinning with possibilities for our moggy.] Then they called their daughter over to leave.
I’m not really a dog person, but later that evening, I found myself Googling it, intrigued by the idea of a pet daycare with a pool, that structures the day to include a dog-nap, has a webcam trained on the playarea, and posts updates on Facebook to allow ‘parents’ to see what their pampered pets are up to.
Turns out, that’s not the half of it. Dogs can board there, and even the standard suites are furnished with a sofa bed and plasma TV; the Urban Suite has a webcam inside; and the Junior Royal Suite offers extras such as a sheepskin rug, bonus cuddles, caviar in the feeding bowls and champagne through a hose (ok, I made the last two up!).
There’s a pet Limo service, a personal butler and a fully-equipped indoor gym with ‘Fit Fur Life’ doggy treadmills – where, I’m guessing, the doggy bootcamp for overweight pooches takes place.
You won’t be surprised to learn that classical music is piped into the communal areas and that eye-soothing views of an indoor oasis with fabulous fountains are advertised.
Seriously, I’ve been in Dubai for five years now and I thought I’d seen it all. But a 7-star pet resort for animals who need a luxury break from their day-to-day routine. That takes the biscuit, surely!
(And, yes, there is a cattery – I checked!)
Find out more about Urban Tails (in the Green Community) at www.urbantailsdubai.com
Words are failing me really – whatever next. You might have made up the caviar and champagne, but maybe another doggy daycare offers that! I wouldn’t be surprised.
I had no idea such a thing even existed! Lucky dogs! x
It’s amazing what people will do for their pooches. 🙂
I know! Truly amazing! I thought we’d been been good to our cat, bringing her to Dubai from the US, via a pet hotel in Amsterdam! x
Omg, that sounds amazing.
Aside from the Harrods Pet Spa there is nothing like this in London, and the Harrods spa doesn’t have an outdoor area, which quite frankly is where a dog would rather be, so they just charge a fortune to stuff your dog into a small room, with windows so that other people browsing the pet department can gawp!
I guess until you’ve owned a dog you have no idea just how gaga one can go over them lol!
A Harrods Pet Spa – how funny! But it does sound like they’re using it to keep gawping visitors in the pet department for longer!
Our dogs loves this place.
They truly care about the dogs and allow them to play and enjoy their stay to the max. It is not so much about the bling or 7 star tag, more about quality time and the most fun a dog could have (running, playing, swimming and interacting).
It sounds like a wonderful place! 🙂