Blakeley Farm Kennels & Catteries Kennels Stoke

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Let’s talk about the kennels first, because Bertie is my main man. The runs are spacious—like, “dog can do zoomies without knocking over a water bowl” spacious. Each one has its own covered area and outdoor bit, so Fido doesn’t have to choose between sunbathing and hiding from rain. And they have heated flooring in winter. I’m not kidding—my own flat doesn’t even have that.

What really sold me was the attention to routine. If your dog insists on eating only kibble from a blue bowl at 7:15 PM sharp? They’ll do it. Bertie has a weird habit of needing a tennis ball squeaked exactly three times before bed, and they actually laughed when I explained it. “No problem,” the kennel manager said, “we’ve had worse requests.” I didn’t ask what those were. I didn’t want to know.

The exercise is serious too. They do group play sessions (supervised, obviously) and individual walks if your dog is a loner. Bertie came back smelling like grass and happiness, with a new best friend called Bruno. Best part? They send you photo updates. So you get to scroll through beach pics while your dog is having a better holiday than you. Slightly annoying, but worth it.

The Catteries: Yes, Cats Get Royalty Too

Now, I don’t have a cat myself, but my neighbour’s persnickety Persian, Muffy, stayed here last year. Muffy is the kind of cat who judges your choice of oven brand. But after a week at Blakeley Farm, she came back almost… friendly. The cattery units are double-sized with climbing shelves and cosy hidey-holes. Each one has a window facing the gardens, which is basically cat TV. No ads, just birds and squirrels.

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They even separate the cattery from the kennels by a good distance, so nervous cats don’t have to listen to a German Shepherd’s opinion on the weather. That design detail tells you these people get it. Also, each cat gets a daily “cuddle session” if they’re up for it. Muffy had scheduled cuddles like a CEO. She even let the staff brush her. My neighbour cried from gratitude.

One thing I loved: they don’t force socialising. If your cat wants to spend three days sulking inside a box, that’s fine. They’ll just leave treats by the box and talk softly. It’s almost like a feline spa. (Ironically, the spa costs less than what I pay for my own haircuts.)