A ruff wake-up call
I guess I miss my bully-dog pup a bit, because this morning I was dreaming about walking around L.A. with Alyosha. For some reason I didn't have a leash on her (and if you know her, you know this never happens).
She was sticking pretty close to me, so it seemed ok. Then of course some dogs appeared and it was a big, growling, snarling bark fest.
That's when I woke up. I was little out of it, lying in a hotel room bed, getting my bearings when I realized there really was a whole bunch barking going on. It turns out there was a animal shelter right below the hotel.
Ruff! If you ever stay at the Westin near LAX, avoid the terrace suite on the 8th floor (or be prepared for a 7 a.m. doggy wake up call).
She was sticking pretty close to me, so it seemed ok. Then of course some dogs appeared and it was a big, growling, snarling bark fest.
That's when I woke up. I was little out of it, lying in a hotel room bed, getting my bearings when I realized there really was a whole bunch barking going on. It turns out there was a animal shelter right below the hotel.
Ruff! If you ever stay at the Westin near LAX, avoid the terrace suite on the 8th floor (or be prepared for a 7 a.m. doggy wake up call).