A Hotel of My Own

I was reading a Phoenix Magazine a couple of months ago and I saw an ad for a hotel that really interested me.  It advertised a room specifically for dogs.  Actually, it was a separate cottage, just for dogs.  It was in someplace called Cottonwood, Arizona.  I've never heard Mom or Dad mention Cottonwood so I didn't know where it was.  But I knew they were looking for places to go that we had never been, so I put this hotel on the family calendar.  I entered it on a day in October and just said, "Check out Tavern Hotel in Cottonwood."

Dad saw it on the calendar and thought Mom had put it on because she wanted to go there.  So he went ahead and made a reservation and then told Mom about it.  He even found the Dog Cottage and that was the cottage we reserved.  He did tell me that I would have to loose 15 pounds because only 50 pound dogs could stay there.  That's kind of discriminatory, I think.  What are we big muscular dogs supposed to do?  Sleep in the car?

Well we got in the car one day and headed to this Cottonwood.  Before we made the turn off the 17 (in Phoenix we call the streets "The 17", which is wierd, and someday remind me to tell you why they do that.  But I'm not supposed to digress, so back to my story), we tried to stop in Camp Verde to go to the Verde Brewery for lunch.  When we couldn't find it, Mom stopped and asked someone for directions.  We tried again.  This time we found it.  One look at it and Dad nixed it.  It didn't look like his kind of restaurant, I think.  It smelled good to me, but we went on to Cottonwood.

We found the Tavern Hotel with no trouble and then we went to the Dog Cottage. This was heaven.  The bed was big enough that there was even room for Mom and Dad on it as long as they promised not to take up TOO much room.

But the outside was something else again.  I had my own backyard bathroom.  (Not that I would ever go anywhere near my own bedroom, but I thought it was a nice touch anyway.

I explored all around the place.  We had a nice front door with the address so we wouldn't get lost.  

Then there was a corridor on the side of the back.  I still don't know what it was for, but it was fun to explore.

After that we went to get the lunch we missed out on at Camp Verde.  I got my usual place under the table.  But I don't mind.  As long as I get to go to the restaurant with Mom and Dad, I'm happy.

And I must say.  I really enjoyed staying at the Dog Hotel.  I hope we do it again soon.

Hope you have a nice hotel that caters to you!

Love, G