One more story from my move:
As I mentioned yesterday, we arrived in Atlanta in the later part of the evening. The Pet Hotel, where our 100 pound German Shepherd, Schultz, was supposed to stay, had already closed. We deliberated on what to do with him.
"Let's see if we can bring him into our hotel," my husband suggested.
"At La Meridian?" I asked. "There's no way they're going to let our hairy beast in that posh place!"
My husband called. The people at the hotel were very accommodating. We had to pay an extra fee, but Schultz was welcome to stay at the fancy hotel.
My husband walked our quadruped into the hotel lobby. There was a party going on at the nearby bar. Everyone was dressed up in suits and cocktail dresses. They all stopped and looked at Schultz. I'm sure they figured he was there to sniff for drugs or something. He's enormous, and he looks exactly like a police dog.
Schultz played the part perfectly. He must've known this was no place to fool around. He followed all commands and was probably the best behaved pooch the hotel had ever seen. The party-goers resumed their festivities and we continued up to our room.
Schultz calmly marched into the elevator. When the door opened, he "heeled" all the way to the room. Inside, he found a nice place to curl up and promptly went to sleep. And he didn't bark once!