Doggy Hotel
“But Libby, you don't know the first thing about managing a hotel!” exclaimed Libby's mother, “let alone one for dogs.”
No matter how much her mother pleaded Libby was firm in her resolve to realise her childhood dream.
“Mother. I'm thirty five, how I spend my money is none of your concern.” Libby retorted drily. “And in any case. Were you not ringing me about something other than berating my purchasing decisions?”