RENÉE PRIDEUX - DOG CAGES - ENTERING FROM THE LOUNGE BAR<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_10.jpg)</div>The manager showed us through from the bar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76932.msg3391861#msg3391861) and as usual was courteous and efficient without being obsequious. He bade us good afternoon and retired back to his office, leaving us to discuss our rental requirements with the trainers who were always present. One of them, Madam Ribault who I knew quite well was there squatting down and talking in the room where the new arrivals are usually kept.<br/><br/>I gently tapped my knuckles on the door frame. She turned and stood up, walking towards us with a welcoming smile.<br/><br/>She explained that she had been dealing with a brand new dog, just arrived today who was taking a while to adjust. She also said we were free to go in any of the rooms, make our selections and then speak with her or her colleagues when we were ready. Rental arrangements would be taken care of, as usual, at the reception desk.<br/><br/>I looked past her at the line of cages. There were several new faces, all looking a little shocked as was to be expected.<br/><br/><strong>"After you,"</strong>I said politely to William and Laurenne as they paused in the doorway.<br/><br/>