I had a plan. I wanted to eat someplace specific. The last time I was in Key West, it was where I had breakfast before leaving the island, and it was obviously memorable, or I wouldn’t have wanted to return. I checked BringFido again, looking up Sarabeth’s, and saw there were mixed comments, none of which were recent. I mean, the marks were high, but the comments told a different story. They said the people bringing dogs were shoved into a corner and basically treated like second class citizens. I thought the food was good enough that it didn’t matter to me. Continue reading “Key West, Day 2”
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Key West, Day 1
I finally arrived and got my room. The person at the front desk was so much a dog lover that she let Lily get away with being a bit of a pain. She also gave her two treats, when she should have only given her one. She offered to help me get my bags up to my room, which was in the back and on the second floor. The bags were not so much an issue as the dog and the crate. I had her take Lily and my smallest bag while Continue reading “Key West, Day 1”
Pre-Key, Part II
Getting a late start because I did not pack my stuff yesterday. Lily, on the other hand, was ready to go. Her food, treats, bed, crate – oh the crate!!!, backpack, and the water treatment were packed last night. It dawned on me just now, she needs a toy. She has been a month without. Continue reading “Pre-Key, Part II”
The Belle’s, Part III
The next day, I went to work and because it was New Year’s Eve, I had a half day. Taking the second half of the day, I went to visit a doctor to get things looked at. He was the doctor that my office used and was a really nice guy, but not too reassuring. He said the wound looked clean, but they would need to get records of the dog to make sure I did not need shots. So now the scariest concept came to pass… Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part III”
The Belle’s, Part II
I asked Sarah for advice on where to take Belle to the vet. She said she knew a receptionist at a vet in a city that wasn’t that close to me. Because she knew her and I didn’t have anything better to go by, I went there and that became Belle’s doctor. Unfortunately, they were not familiar with snow dogs. Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part II”
Lily’s Gotcha Day
The attention whore that is Lily came into my life a year ago today. In the dog circles that I hang with, they call this the Gotcha Day. I anticipated Belle’s failing health and was looking for a new dog. Not as a replacement, but as a companion to keep her company when I was not around. Continue reading “Lily’s Gotcha Day”
The Belle’s, Part I
Not too long ago, I had two dogs. My first, Belle, and the current one, Lily. Belle was pretty chill, while Lily is a bit of a wild child. Belle, unlike what most think when seeing her name, was short for Labelle. She was named after a line from a Robert W. Service poem: Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part I”