A guest post by Lola
I have mixed feelings about suitcases. Whenever they come out of the closet, one or both of my people leave. I hate that. But sometimes I get to go along. Although I prefer home overall, great things can happen when we load the car. I love to sniff the vents as we drive down the highway. The trouble is, those rides last way too long. I get tired and thirsty, but I don’t want to drink the water they keep offering because I never know how long we’ll be on the road.
Last week, we drove to Sedona. Every time we stopped to rest they carried me from the car to a tree and back again. I do not like to be carried. I’m not a little dog. Then I stepped onto the blacktop and I figured it out. Youch! I’ve never felt anything so hot in my life.
As soon as we arrived, I took a big drink and started to explore. I liked what I found at our hotel. It wasn’t as hot there as the places we had stopped along the way and there were lots of dog smells for me to study. Our room had a cool stone floor and a back door with a small yard just for me. I wasn’t the first to claim it, but if I have my way, I’ll be the last.
After dark, we set off on a walk, my favorite thing to do. We went to Ken’s Creekside American Bistro for dinner and I had my own menu. I really wanted the steak tartar, but my people said it would be too much food for me. So I ordered a couple of jerky cookies and they were quite tasty. My people seemed to like their food a lot, too, because I only got a tiny nibble.
I wanted to sniff the tarantula that we almost stumbled over, but my female person squealed and leapt away from it, pulling me along with her. My male person watched it for a while and took the picture. I think his reaction was much more appropriate, don’t you?
On Tuesday morning, we hiked in Fay Canyon. Hikes are even better than walks because they last longer and there are more things to sniff.
My people really like taking pictures. I guess if a camera could record all the fascinating odors I pick up on a hike, I would take a lot of pictures, too. It would be nice to have an olfactory souvenir of our trip.
After our hike, we had lunch on the deck at Red Rock BBQ. I was content to sprawl in the shade of our umbrella with my bowl of cold water. Then, I got my own dish of pulled pork. People in this town really know what dogs like!
It was cool when we started out on Wednesday morning, but as it got closer to noon, the temperature rose. I was so happy to wade through the water on the West Fork Trail. If only they would have let me chase that squirrel… but they never do. Still, I have to say it was my all-time favorite hike.
Watching my people pack the suitcases made me nervous. They would never leave me behind. I know they wouldn’t. I was feeling twitchy, though, and I was glad to get out of the car for a while, even if it was blazing hot at Montezuma Castle.
We took a short walk on a sidewalk so my people could look up at the houses on the cliff. I suppose the families who lived there had reasons for building their homes like that, but how did their dogs get all the way up there?
I appreciated the chance to stretch my legs, but I was happy when it was time to get back in the air-conditioned car and drive on home. Still, I hope we go back to Sedona sometime. I want to hike West Fork Trail again.
If you ever go there, tell them Lola sent you.