We had a perfectly lovely time at the Stonewall Jackson Hotel in Staunton, Va. over the last few days. It’s a big, old place that was renovated a while back. DOGS are welcome. There were two others on our floor.
This is only the second time we’ve stayed in a hotel with Winston. And he’s a great traveler. Loves to wander around. Very well behaved.
The antique stores and shops are very dog friendly, too! (More about those later.)
Just after I took this photo, I went outside to play with Winston. He immediately came out of the crate, which had been removed from the car to make way for two chairs we’d had reupholstered, and sauntered away from me. I loved on him for a while but it became clear he wanted nothing to do with me.
I went back inside the house and looked out of the kitchen window. He was making his way back inside the crate.
When a dear and trusted friend noticed the post about getting him a dog house, she said, “you know, if you do that, he’ll never come inside” to which I replied, “he stays outside anyway – not at night though.”
He loves to be outside. Or, is it that he doesn’t love to be loved inside? I’m stumped.
Just when we thought all was lost on the sleeping-with-us front, Winston managed to make it a threesome on the big bed a couple of nights ago.
For some reason, he watched TV with us then fell asleep on the sofa. Well, I couldn’t let that experience pass, so I slept with him. Sleeping on a sofa squished with a furry friend isn’t always comfortable, but I didn’t care.
Around midnight I said, heck, I’m going to pick him up and plop him on the big bed with us.
Yep. There he stayed until daylight, when he jumped down and finished his long winter’s nap on the settee at the foot of the bed.
Boy. Happy New Year to us! Weeeeee!
Epilogue: last night he had nothing to do with us.
Scotties. Who can figure them out? No one. But it’s fun trying.
Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a dog blog that began in 2009 as a voice for Stuart, a more than memorable black, brindle and white Scottish Terrier who captured hearts around the world. Stuart passed suddenly in December 2015 from cardiac hemangiosarcoma, a nasty cancer that took him far too early. He would have been 12 years old in March 2018. The Scottie Chronicles is dedicated to Stuart and the joy he shared with everyone who met him or saw him from afar. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!