More posts in two days. Thanks for your patience while we navigate the seas of life.
BUT GUESS WHAT? You’ll never guess because we are all flabbergasted about this, but when we got to the place where we were staying in order to catch that monster for Italy, a place we had stayed (note the WE!) many, many times before, and after everyone said hello, hello, buen dia, and all those nice things, a lady came out from the back and said, We can’t have animals here. And mama almost went up the walls and of course there was some…er…discussion between mama, papa and the lady (who has 3 dogs, we learned and loves animals but…) and mama made futile attempts to hold in herl…er…feelings about this, and finally, with more honey than vinegar, as mama’s mama used to say was better for catching things, the lady agreed to ONE night but if I make even one PEEP and someone in another room hears me, it’s curtains! Whatever that means. What it means to me is that there are some in this room and I am behind one right now and intend to stay here, SILENT, until we get on the monster.
But can you imagine? The hotel said zilch before we came and we have been here really dozens of times in the past years and what happened is the new owner decide that animals are not welcome because this is a hotel where some people recover from eye surgery or other surgeries and some have to take medicines and such that would not be good with animals around, POLUTING the atmosphere! Let’s be honest, I agree with that because you never know just what animal out there might not have had his shots or whatever and I can understand the dilemma that a hotel would be in if someone complained, but it’s ME they are talking about–LOULOU.
Okay, okay, mama was a bit hot under the collar (no, she does not wear a collar–I wear the collar in this family) but you get the picture, right?
So papa went off to have a tooth checked before this visit with the little anthros in Italy and mama drank alot of water and did deep breathing (whatever that is) and I retired, SILENTLY, to my favorite place under the bed, after behind the curtain, that is.
I think that if I hadn’t thrown up on the first leg of the 2 hours journey to here, I would feel better about all of this, but it was not much and I used the paper towels mama had put under my little muzzle, just in case, so that was easy peesy. But to be TURNED AWAY from a place that used to go bonkers when I arrived.
Well, I never…
But I do not have a straw tail so I’ll be just fine in about half an hour, which is dinnertime, haha.
Travel is not all that it’s made out to be, I can vouch for that.
Oh, to be home in my own little place…zzzzz.
Have you gone on the boat before Loulou? Do you have anything to help you so your tummy doesn’t get upset? You have a very good Mama to convince them to let you stay overnight and next time it will be some other place.
Oh, yes I am an old salt, haha. As long as it is SMOOTHE SEA. If not, oh, boy…
And yes, another hotel next time, but they were nice after all.
Andrew, why do I not see comments here in the comments area. I get them on emails! Que pasa? I do see them on WordPress in the comments section but not online. Shouldn’t everyone be able to read his or her comment and reply?
Loulou
Oh, chère Loulou, I feel your pain!!!! And your indignation. I too was thrown out of a hotel in Genoa last year. But mama forgot about the honey and vinegar rule after the lady started shrieking – after unsuccessfully trying the honey method. Mama went ballistic and Papa had to intervene before she lunged at the lady while screaming her entire Italian vocabulary (which consisted or about 10 words). I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or amused but for ME it all ended well, because we went home and – voila. My comfy bed and toys and surroundings in Nice. Only a little while and you’ll be in Rome, teehee – lucky dawg. Ooops, cat. Bisous.
Oh, Mya, I remember your plight. Make that fight. Love and more letters soon. I have to pack up my kitty toilette and food and starve until nighttime…ech!
Poor Little Kitty and Mama.
I hope you both had a good dinner and a good sleep. Love.
Yes, finally I had dinner and they let me stay but dinner was especially nice since I had…er…lost my breakfast in the car. Not much but still. Thank you for your kind words.
Oh, no, Loulou. How sad they were going to throw you out. And after you have been such a good guest so many times before. We’re glad you all get to stay so you can have a night’s rest before the water trip.
OH LORDY LORDY…the water trip. Yes, that. Oh, boy, can’t wait, haha.
I am glad you got to stay. I hope your Mama goes on Trip Advisor and gives the hotel a bad review for not allowing pets. Have a safe trip.
Now there’s an idea. But I have to be honest, there are many patients in this hotel recovering from various things and I guess they are worried about contagion…whatever that is.
Oh me cats LouLou dat’s just pawful. We don’t unnerstand dat at all. More and more peeps are travelin’ with their animals than ever befur. You would think da motel would wanna be more accomodatin’ specially since they hadn’t said anythin’ and ya’ll had stayed there befur. Lots of places here charge a fee or depawsit fur animals. We’s just glad ya’ll got to stay and are on your way.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Well, new owners and new ideas but they DID let me stay as it turns out, and now I am safely in the closet having a nap before we leave on the boat. That’s not my favorite place either, but at least they LIKE me to be there. Sort of. I’m sure not spending the night in the passengers’dog kennels.