I've posted this before but I'll do it again in this thread since it's about Best Friends. My father had an unusual condition that caused his motor functions to slowly break down. He was in his late 70s/early 80s before it was finally diagnosed since it resembles Parkinson's so that's what doctors usually focus on. But, it's not curable and the only relief he could have gotten was mental so he could know what would happen to him. But anyway, besides my stepmother, the one constant joy for him in the last five years of his life, was his dog Kaycee. He and my stepmother lived just two hours from Disney World and made frequent trips and took Kaycee with them if they stayed over night. You ca imagine my dad's trepidation with boarding his just about constant companion. He insisted on a tour, he talked to the staff, he did everything. And then he left Kaycee there and told me later that the place was "neat". That is the highest compliment my father could ever give anything. "Neat".