Trip Start Sep 07, 2007
47Trip End Jan 12, 2008
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This morning was rather traumatic. I had to drop my babies off at a boarding facility. Albert has this conference to attend here in Vegas, so we just left the rig on site at the campground in Houston and will fly back on Friday so that he can do the training in that office next week. I've never boarded the 'kids' before, but felt fairly confident because the website looked great.
I take my poor kitty in and, first of all, the place stinks. Okay, so there are a bunch of animals here, so I have to cut them some slack, but I had hoped it would be cleaner. At least her 'kitty condo' is large and has a window view so she can look out. But the website had made a big deal about how they have strict rules about keeping dogs and cats in separate parts of the facility, for obvious reasons. Well, who's rooming in the kitty condo right next to Lucy's? A nervous, yappy, loud horrible Chihuahua! Okay, they may be small, but they are still dogs and this thing was freaking out my already traumatized cat. Grrr..
Unhappy and feeling guilty, we get in the car to go to the next facility to drop off Brandy. (We put them in separate facilities because the first one was just too expensive for dogs. The second one is much more affordable, and treats the dogs better, according to reviews. But they don't take cats, so Lucy had to stay at the expensive, icky place for lack of options) We get there, and it's small, but the play yard is huge and well supervised, and the kennel area is large and clean. We put Brandy's blankie and toys in her kennel, and sent her outside to play.
When we were leaving, we gave her a goodbye pat and hopped in the truck. I expected her to bark, but then quickly get distracted by the handler who was all ready to play with her. But no. The dog sat there and cried miserably when she realized we were leaving her. We felt terrible! Albert laughed at me when he saw me shedding a few tears, but I saw him wipe away a few himself, so there. Feeling like bad parents, we glumly took ourselves to the airport.
The flight was uneventful. We went to get checked in to our hotel (the Venetian! Fabulous hotel! Gotta love conferences that put you up in great digs!) and the guy informs us that he's giving us a 2-category upgrade on our suite. Not sure why he did that, but okay, fine. Well, we get to our room, and, first of all, it has double doors. We looked at each other, suddenly quite excited, since we know that the double-door rooms are the spiffy ones. We opened the door, and I just started laughing. This place is so huge, so glamourous, so obviously something we could never dream to afford, that it's somehow just funny! This room is bigger than our house! Granted, our house is small, but this is just a hotel room! It totals out at 1100 square feet!
After getting over the shock, we went downstairs to register for the convention. I was still giggling the whole time. Just couldn't stop! Now Albert is at some meet and greet session (that I'm not invited to) and I'm still giggling. I get to play queen for the next few days. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with that wonderful tub...
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