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withdiamonds at 03:30pm on 15/10/2009
withdiamonds at 03:30pm on 15/10/2009So, we're back in Indiana. Chicago was great fun, although I'm not sure Neville would agree. It took him forever to unclench enough to pee in what we came to call the "pee park" a block away from the hotel. He found the people, the other dogs, the cars and horns and horses to be very distracting. And when I dragged him we walked past the American Girl store, he huddled behind a planter every time he saw a small child. He doesn't like kids at all, for some reason. He barked at a little girl in the hotel lobby and made her cry. She was barely more than 1, and I felt terrible. Larry was carrying him at the time, but she smiled really big when she saw him, until he turned into Mr. Crankypants.
We ordered him dinner off the room service menu the first night. It was called the Mighty Mutt, with scrambled eggs, rice, and cheese. They brought this humongous bowl, with what had to be at least a dozen eggs, mounds of rice, and tons of melted cheese. He loved it, but holy crap, there was enough for ten dogs his size. The hotel has a fifteen pound weight limit on dogs, what were they thinking? That was pretty much the last time he ate, since he turned into a fecal hoarder, because of the clenching thing, and lost his appetite. He may not be fond of Marcia, but he likes her yard a hell of a lot more than he likes Michigan Avenue as a place to poop.
The hotel also provided a water bowl stocked with several bottles of Evian water, and a doggie bed. Again, the bowl was almost big enough for Nev to sit in.
And now we're at Marcia's and I'm so very bored. I knew I would be, but that's okay. I'm sure Marcia will be aghast at SPN tonight. She's very, very Catholic and has angel figurines all over her house, pictures of angels and Jesus all over the walls, and has one of those Jesus faces with the eyes that follow you around the room sitting on top of her TV. It's pretty freaky, really. But there's no way I'm waiting until I get home, so I'm going to make her watch it.
We ordered him dinner off the room service menu the first night. It was called the Mighty Mutt, with scrambled eggs, rice, and cheese. They brought this humongous bowl, with what had to be at least a dozen eggs, mounds of rice, and tons of melted cheese. He loved it, but holy crap, there was enough for ten dogs his size. The hotel has a fifteen pound weight limit on dogs, what were they thinking? That was pretty much the last time he ate, since he turned into a fecal hoarder, because of the clenching thing, and lost his appetite. He may not be fond of Marcia, but he likes her yard a hell of a lot more than he likes Michigan Avenue as a place to poop.
The hotel also provided a water bowl stocked with several bottles of Evian water, and a doggie bed. Again, the bowl was almost big enough for Nev to sit in.
And now we're at Marcia's and I'm so very bored. I knew I would be, but that's okay. I'm sure Marcia will be aghast at SPN tonight. She's very, very Catholic and has angel figurines all over her house, pictures of angels and Jesus all over the walls, and has one of those Jesus faces with the eyes that follow you around the room sitting on top of her TV. It's pretty freaky, really. But there's no way I'm waiting until I get home, so I'm going to make her watch it.