And her trusty sidekick...

Okay, I’ve officially become one of those people. Dog people, that is. I suspected I was heading for such a fate when I bought Molly the matching collar and leash. And by matching, I mean matching MY outfit. But now that I have brought Molly with me to the Lexington Doubletree (the Hampton Inn doesn’t really meet Molly’s standards), I have succumbed to the stereotype. Here are some things I have noticed during my dog-accompanied stay at what used to be a nice hotel (but has really gone to the dogs) =)

• Molly treats the fourth floor hallway like one giant dog run. Mostly because I open the door and tell her “it’s your dog run!!”
• Going for a walk in the hotel hallway is all fun and games until you come across someone’s dishes from room service (those big, silver dish-covers make a TON of noise when tossed aside by a feasting dog).
• There are a lot of dogs staying at the old Doubletree…but then again, there are a number of visually impaired individuals here as well. Molly does NOT understand “that you are not supposed to play with the doggies who are at work”
• My white dog does not like black people. WTF. She comes from Appalachia, so I am blaming it on that. Seriously, I am mortified to report that she happily walks right by a dozen front desk people only to attack the night manager. Every time she sees that poor guy she pins him to the wall. Do they have doggie diversity classes?
• The floor of the hotel elevator is a smorgasbord of crap. It’s amazing what Molly can lick off the industrial grade carpet during the short ride to the lobby. (I don’t even stop her – wouldn’t I make a great mother?)
• A dog’s bark echoes really, really loudly in a hotel atrium. “It’s a beautiful wedding, please don’t let us interrupt”