Guests participating in the PetStay program are greeted by several canine-friendly in-room amenities including a mat, food and water dishes, disposable waste bags and dog treats.
Each PetStay resort hosts a designated PetStay area within the hotel, equipped with welcome packets that direct guests to outdoor relief areas and dog walking routes. Additional Information about dog-friendly items for purchase and nearby dog services (such as grooming, walking and veterinary care) is available upon check-in at each of the participating resorts.
I’m so excited as we go to Tahoe/Reno all the time for thrifting & antiquing, and now we can bring our tiny dog. She is such a fabu travel pup. These seem like really humane amenities, they can stay in room with you, they have grassy walk area, etc. I hope this is a permanent move to accommodate our the pups!
Golden Gate Bridge: Butter
I grew up here in the East Bay and San Francisco... and had never walked the GG! So we set off on a gorgeous but windy spring day. Just before the first tower my Mother in Law lost her nerve and we turned back.
Butter however, loved it! The wind! The rollerbladers! The massive traffic! Loved it.
Butter dances. She has since the first second we got her. Mr. Kallisti made her this hoola skirt ages ago, and while Harry was over he snapped a picture of her doin’ her thang.
So. Much. Love.
Harry came over Saturday for a much needed absinthe tasting & red meat eating fest! He showed up with a half dozen (at least) little neatly labeled samples of vintage absinthes for us to taste and rate. I was the silent partner, did all the typing, and added my 2 cents when I had it “slight latex after-taste like a flavored condom.” Yeah, that was me… Harry and Mr. Kallisti are off the hook for that one :p And that was just the Serpis 65!
The vintage line-up:
In between all that we went to Skates on the Bay and totally feasted on the red meat. Mwowr. And shrimp. And lavender cocktails. A rare treat indeed. It is crab season here and I think we’re going to make a trip up the coast (read: cheaper) for Valentines Day and whole crab and oysters. I’m thinking Tomales Bay.
I just spent $60 on pastel chalks. Daaaaamn. I needed some new colors, my palette has become too predictable. But… daaaaaaaaaamn. They just opened a Blick in our neighborhood. And while tidy and well stocked, they don’t carry Winsor Newton Brush Cleaner™ that we use for face-up removal by the gallon, and they are more expensive than the good ole Utrecht up on University Ave. So while they had these really cool shiney glittery pearly pastels, it ain’t worth the extra expense for all the other stuff.
I was looking around for a cool box to hold all my loose pastels and was surprised when I didn’t find one. Mr. Kallisti glibly informed me that artists do not accessorize their chalks and just re-use the boxes the sets come in. o_o
Well, I never! I told him I’m an artist and I always accessorize!
Speaking of which, I leave you with the best accessory: Butter… modeling an outfit her gramma sent from Michigan as an anniversary present! A bit too small, Gramma!
Hypermaniac is refunding my so-som money. I’m really heartbroken. I’ll use the mullah to go to LA in August, and then I’ll start the hunt for another so-som or a different tiny. It was like a phantom pregnancy. I had a whole bag of goodies just waiting for her to come home and she never did.
On another note, Butter met my family for the first time yesterday and was a super star. She also got her first bee sting, ouch! I’d been waiting for it to happen as she keeps chasing them :p I thought it was in her mouth, but we found it right in the middle of her chin this morning. Poor boo.
Biscuit is two years old today! Woo! Or tomorrow perhaps… we estimated his birthday as he was a feral and we don’t know exactly when he was born. I’m so proud, he’s grown into such a zen kitty. Still a bastard cat, but so wise.
Sunning himself on our back porch. Nothing finer. Except a moobie of him not moving and Butter being giddy.
For a Biscuit retrospective, please visit my Cat Category!
And the obligatory Buttery Nipple shots.