Picture this, a beautiful 4-star Marriott in downtown Grand Rapids, MI right on the water. We are excited to start our adventure....Of course we had many discussions about the times we would stay in the cities of our great nation, but didn't really think about our pet, which isn't a typical travel pet (hint it rhymes with cat). We pull up to the valet and they ask if we need assistance with our luggage, "Oh no, we got it" and proceed to grab a luggage cart. "Well sir if you are taking a luggage cart we will need to accompany you to your room" Hmmmm. "Ok, we don't need a luggage cart." We throw a blanket over her cage and nervously walk to the check-in counter. I am holding the cage in front of me like I used to hold my belly when I was pregnant. There really is no hiding this big cage. We check in, the kids are of course oblivious, as is Drew, but I am nervously considering my response to the bell hop asking about the blanket covered object. It's not as if we were doing anything illegal..I don't think anyway, but why was my heart pounding out of my chest then? Needless to say we were successful. We put her behind a nice velvet chair to hide her from housekeeping. Whew! On our last day we needed to checkout early and put our bags in holding for three hours, hmmm. What about our pet? Drew approaches a group of bell hops to inquiry, he says "I have a somewhat unusual 'bag' "... they ask if it will fit on a luggage carrier..."yes" Drew says, "but it's a rat." They say "Oh, we'll need to check with a supervisor". Drew says, "Well she's been in our room for 3 days and here's $10 bucks". Problem solved, Daisy goes into storage for the day. I get the feeling we'll need to have some greenbacks handy for all hotel check-ins.
BTW - Meet Daisy Cheese Little. She's the "Rat" part of the blog name.
- Take care, Jen.