Rough, Ruff

German Shepherd

After a full day of traveling, I finally made it to my hotel room laden with luggage and a grease stained bag containing burger and fries from Five Guys.  It’s officially time to grub out and relax and ponder my day.

I’m sitting here reflecting on the day and one memory grabs at my attention.  Dogs.  There were exceptionally large numbers of them in the airport today and on the plane.  I also saw one lady opting for the “companion” restroom with her canine friend.

I feel the need to preface the remainder of this post with sort of a disclaimer….There are those in my “circle” (you know who you are) who have misinterpreted my feelings about dogs, cats, and animals in general.

I love animals, especially the ones who are wild, who go about their business over land and in the sea, free to roam as the good Lord intended; lately my husband and I really enjoy watching birds that come to our feeder out back.  I will gladly admit, without care or worry of repercussion that I do not care for cats at all, nada, zilch!  My experiences with them have not been all that positive and I can assure you when our outside cat Lily goes, there will never be another in/around our abode.

Now, about dogs.  We had a lovely german shepherd named Yahtzee growing up who we all loved dearly.  When he died, though, I never cared if I owned another pet.  I would love to say (to impress my dog loving friends) that his death barred me from ever being able to love another dog.  However, since I am of the truthful sort, I can’t say that.  I don’t know the reason except that I don’t desire the companionship, the mess, the being tied down, the extra expense, etc….that comes with owning a pet.   On top of that that I am highly allergic to dogs.  All of them.  Yes, even your non-shedding, or hairless one, and no it doesn’t matter how clean your house is, or if  you vacuum before I come.  It appears I am allergic not only to the dander, but to their saliva and you know what that means.

I have many family members and close friends who have dogs; for the most part, they understand my dilemma and try their best to accomodate me.  My daughter had a friend watch their poodle (one I seem to be the least allergic to) when I flew out to watch my granddaughter because she knew I wouldn’t be particularly enthralled over walking him several times a day, especially when the walking involved a scoop and a baggie.

My mother in law loved her little dog so much that she recently acquired a second one.  Hmm…. maybe she just wants to make sure I don’t come over.  Just kidding!!!  She loves me, just not as much as she loves her dogs.  My sister takes her dog, Paris, everywhere with her, except to my house.  She dresses her up and takes her for “rides” in the car so she can let her fur blow in the wind.  I’m not judging, just not my thing.

So, as I sat in the airport today waiting to board and the little dog directly in front of me strained against his collar to try to get a lick (I was eating a ham and swiss panini, which probably enticed him all the more), I had no choice but to get up and move.  People don’t understand when you don’t want to love on their critters. Even if I was inclined to do so (which I am not), it’s not worth the headache, itchy eyes and rash that develops.  On a bad day, my throat feels like it’s closing up.  It all depends on the dog and my level of exposure, I suppose.

I guess my point is, don’t always assume people like me are just rude and hate your pet.  For those of us with allergies, sometimes their excitement over meeting/greeting us can ruin the rest of the day.  I just want to assure you not to take it personal.   You have no idea how difficult this post even is for me to write because I know how sensitive people are about their pets and I don’t want to be misunderstood (or hated).  I just want to point out both sides and that not all of us are as inclined as others to desire or enjoy a pet  (for whatever our reasons may be)  and it doesn’t mean that we are callous, coldhearted people as we are sometimes treated.  Love to all of you and your pets; just don’t bring them over please 😉

Home away from home might be a stretch

Coffee cup

I have been called a hotel snob.  This is partly my dad’s fault.  I remember in my youth when we were travelling, he would pull up and have my mom go in and check out the room.  Her mission was to see if the sheets were clean, eyeball the bathroom, sniff around for cigarette smoke and check the floors.  The three of us would wait in the back seat as patiently as we could.  All we cared about at that point was whether or not there was a pool.  Needless to say, sometimes we didn’t end up staying, pool or not.  As I grew older, one of the key components to a successful trip was in procuring the right hotel to stay in.  If I’m going to spend several hours a day there, it has to be as decent as I can afford.

Whatever you spend, it seems inevitable that you have some kind of trouble.  My current dilemma is how I will stir my coffee in the morning.  When I get back in my room after it’s been cleaned, one of the first things I check out is the coffee supplies.  They get an A+ today for plenty of Starbucks coffee packets and adequate sugar and creamers.  This is good and a rarity for more than 3 days in a row!  However, I suppose I will be swirling my coffee around to mix in the morning or maybe I could use my toothbrush?

At least this trip I haven’t had some of the more common issues.  My room is nowhere near the elevator, so I have been spared the 2 a.m. party crowd in all their drunken splendor;  there are several pillows on each bed so even though a couple of them sink immediately when I lay my head down, I do have choices; and either I have no neighbors or they are very quiet.  The wireless works wonderfully, the room service is excellent and the AC is easy to adjust and doesn’t make strange noises all night.

Although this trip has been a pleasant one as far as hotel stays go, I am ready to go home to my own bed.  As I was lamenting having to wait another day, a family from NJ came on t.v.  Their home has been declared unfit for occupancy after Hurricane Sandy and they are going on their 5th or 6th week of living in a hotel.  The grandmother was crying because she had hoped to be home in time for Christmas.  Once again, as I watch them decorate a tiny tabletop tree and make the best of their situation, I am reminded of how blessed I am.  So, I will enjoy this comfy bed, and say a prayer for all of the displaced families, and the homeless and give thanks for all that I have.  Blessings!

 

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