Open To Start A Dog Daycare Business

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I’d always loved dogs and I wanted to start my own business. After months of networking with dog breeders, veterinarians, dog walkers, kennel owners, and dog groomers, I knew I had found the right general category; but I also knew I didn’t want to follow in the footsteps of anyone I’d talked with. In every instance, their businesses involved experiences during which dogs are generally unhappy. “No, no,” I kept thinking. “I want the dogs to have fun with me.”

One sweet summer night, I sat on my friend Lilly’s porch in affluent Newton, MA., mulling over the possibilities. “Too bad you can’t make money just playing with peoples’ dogs,” she mused. “I can!” I thought. “I’ll take care of peoples’ dogs during the day. Think of the busy, well-to-do dog owners around here!” Tire their dogs out, so owners don’t have to feel guilty about being too exhausted to play with a pet who’s been cooped up all day. Send them home to be with their beloved people at night. Socialize them so owners can be proud of how well they behave with other dogs and with new people.

So, a business where dogs are free to play in an interesting, safe environment, under the supervision of experienced professionals. My dream come true. But there were obstacles. Wrung out from years of serious commuting, I wanted to work close to home but not in my home, the latter being a retreat where I relished the peace and quiet. My departure from corporate life had left me with a severance package, so I bought a small house in a business zone which I fitted up with attractive, dog friendly rooms that could be cleaned and disinfected, top to bottom. I researched materials and equipment on the internet, bought supplies, and sent out grand opening announcements.

Two days after sending the announcements, I had neighbors who already hated me. On opening day, the Zoning Enforcement Officer came to tell me I couldn’t do business in my new location, though it was commercially zoned. I had met with him and other town officials before opening and the consensus had been that nothing in the zoning laws excluded my business. So I requested a hearing with the Zoning Board. The night of the hearing I arrived to a throng of angry residents packing the hall outside the hearing room. Standing room only. When I tried to brief the room on the measures I’d taken for noise and nuisance control, I was shouted down. The Board told me to close up shop.

I hired a lawyer, appealed and won, a process which required a few thousand dollars not provided for in my business plan. Nevertheless, I was on my way… to other valuable lessons. I had not realized how badly behaved other peoples’ dogs can be (one’s own are angels, of course). I guess I assumed everyone trained their dog enough so that he or she was easy to live with. Not so! In my first couple of years, my charges stole my lunch, knocked me down, barked ’til my ears rang, played keep away when I needed to get hold of them, and pooped indoors in spite of hourly forays into a fenced yard. At the end of the day, after cleaning every room of the house by myself, I went home numb with exhaustion. 70-hour weeks were routine. I remember those years as a time of aches, pains, bills, bruises and bandaids.

In two years the dogs outgrew the den I’d created in 1998. So I leased a facility in the same neighborhood and set out to grow the business. I bought lists of licensed dogs and their owners from near-by town halls and ran a regular ad the local newspaper. I published online ads and coupons. I was a guest speaker in Rotary Clubs and church groups. I had a “dogs and kids together” gig that I schlepped to elementary schools. Still the business grew slowly, while expenses skyrocketed with the new lease, additional employees and new equipment. I’d added a grooming salon in the new building, but getting profitable was an uphill battle as clientele got to know us. A year into the new building a recession hit. We went into debt to pay the bills, thinking we’d dig out in a year or so. Things did improve by 2004 so we paid down debt and expanded. For years we fought to grow back a financial “cushion”, and we were getting there when the wheels fell off the world’s financial cart in 2008. Business declined and we hung on, once again taking on debt.

Today, I can pay myself, my employees, and my bills. We break even or make a little money. I wouldn’t trade my situation for anything. I left a six figure salary for “getting-by” status, but I’ve never looked back. If I were younger I would grow The Doggie Den to where I could franchise it. Close to retirement age, I’m happy as things are. I’d do it all over again in a New York minute.