Taking your dog to a hotel
Luckily, the Lord invented coffee!
Madoff’s first night in a hotel was rather hellish.
We’d been staying in a lovely, pet friendly, b&b for three days and all was fine. It was just us staying there so we weren’t bothering anyone, and on the whole Madoff behaved very well.
Then we went to Malaga to Las Acacias. Also a very (pet) friendly, welcoming place. Or it was before Madoff started his rampage. First he peed on the bedspread, then screamed his head off for a good 15 minutes when I tried to get him to go to sleep, probably waking up the entire neighborhood. I spent the night worrying he’d wake up and start screaming again, waking up all the other guests. This morning he topped it off by peeing in the lounge. Somehow, so far, everybody seems to think this is very cute, but I’m not quite sure how long we’ll be able to play the cute puppy card….
Speaking of which, I saw a hilarious book yesterday, called ‘Breaking bad news with baby animals’. In it you’ll find postcards you can send for a wide range of occasions: for instance ‘You’re fired’ or ‘Daddy’s never coming home’ with a picture of a tiny Golden retriever with a cute hat on. Or ‘You’re bad in bed’ with two adorable poodles. As long as Madoff stays small and cuddly, I think we’ll be fine.
