Gone to the Dogs
We’re in a little hotel in California’s high desert tonight. We took a scenic drive today and when we got back to the room, I fired up the barbecue on the patio to grill a couple of tenderloin steaks.
Suddenly, I started hearing the barking of a small dog. To my wonderment, a black and tan miniature pinscher (cute li’l sucker, no less) was on the roof of our cottage barking at me - ME - a dog-loving person. I actually took no offense from it and snapped a photo.
I later found out this was Bela, a pet belonging to some other guests in another cottage in the hotel. Theirs is on the second floor and this cute li’l pup gets on the balcony on their suite and can step onto the roof of the single-story units - and often does. The owner/guests are extended-stay types working at a nearby military facility.
We picked this hotel because they are dog-friendly and ours is here with us. Actually, I recommend this place - it’s clean, all suites, out-of-the-way, has a rustic old desert west feel and other than canine rooftop attacks is quiet. Click the link to see what I mean.
By the way, the steaks and salad were terrific. Our dog, “Bear” got the leftover scraps. Had “Bela” been around after dinner, I would have offered her a treat, too.
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