Whole Dog B-A-T-H

About to get a dreaded B-A-T-H at Whole Dog Market.

About to get a dreaded B-A-T-H at Whole Dog Market.


Scottie Mom caught me smiling while she was massaging the shampoo into my fur.

Scottie Mom caught me smiling while she was massaging the shampoo into my fur.

Heather was happy as a clam, thinking she had somehow escaped the B-A-T-H.

Heather was happy as a clam, thinking she had somehow escaped the B-A-T-H.

As soon as the water hit her fur, she was suddenly no longer amused.

As soon as the water hit her fur, she was suddenly no longer amused.

Meanwhile, I was all smiles as I rolled around on the towels below.

Meanwhile, I was all smiles as I rolled around on the towels below.

Heather gave this look to Scottie Mom when she found out we'd be back again in a few weeks for another B-A-T-H.

Heather gave this look to Scottie Mom when she found out we’d be back again in a few weeks for another B-A-T-H.



Ok, I know you all must be wondering: what were our digs like in Savannah? Well, as you know, we found a place that didn’t even charge a pet fee. What’s not to love about that? And, if you follow Scottie Mom on Facebook, you know Heather and Mr. K were greeted with treats at the front desk. Again, I ask: what’s not to love about that?! For our larger fur friends, you might be happy to know this hotel doesn’t limit the weight of canine guests to a mere 25 pounds. In fact, they allow dogs up to 75 pounds! The accommodations were comfortable, the room was clean and the Scotties had no problem settling right in. This trip to Savannah looked to be a good one from the moment we arrived at Hampton Inn Savannah – I-95 North.

The only thing that wasn’t to love was the location of the hotel. If the city of Savannah itself wasn’t so dog-friendly, I could see how the location of the hotel (which is situated about 20 minutes or so from downtown Savannah) might be problematic. Luckily, it is easy to take the dogs just about anywhere in Savannah. The drive wasn’t so bad but the area surrounding the hotel left us wanting more. To the side of the hotel was a ramp to I-95. Across the street was a tractor trailer truck stop. And the road into town wasn’t any more scenic. But were these things a deal breaker for staying at the hotel again? No. The most important thing for me was that Heather and Mr. K were comfortable wherever we stayed and that they were safe. At no point did I feel that either of those points had been compromised. As evidenced from just a handful of the photos we took above, Heather and Mr. K were smiley as ever in this place. That alone makes the stay worth it!

Next time, I suspect we’ll try a place in town…perhaps a bed and breakfast. I checked out a few with great reviews on BringFido.com. None were available for this trip but something tells me Scottie Dad, the fur kids and I will be back to Savannah again at some point to look into these and report back on our findings. In the meantime, tell us: what has been your favorite vacation experience with your fur kid(s)? Is there a dog-friendly hotel that you remember best?

Finders Keepers?


Mr. K here. I’m taking over the blog tonight so I can plead my case before Scottie Mom rats me out. Truth be told, friends, I did get in a bit of trouble but not because I played a prank. No, I stumbled upon a little treasure on the ground in Savannah and got a little upset when Scottie Mom tried to steal it. Heather and I were walking Scottie Mom about the park while we waited for Scottie Dad to bring the car. My snout picked up the most glorious scent and led me to a nearby bush. Sure enough, just sitting there waiting for me was a large piece of meat still on the bone. I knew I had to act quickly or else Heather or Scottie Mom would snatch it up first.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough. I was able to grab it but Scottie Mom saw me and demand I put it down. I wasn’t giving up the fight that easily. I looked at Scottie Mom and attempted to chew faster. This did not make Scottie Mom happy. She tried to pry the object from my grasp, telling me to let go. Friends, you must understand: I had never tasted anything like this in my whole life…how could I let go? I sucked the rest of the meat piece into my mouth so Scottie Mom couldn’t get to it. Would you believe that didn’t stop her? She obviously knew what a prize I had picked up and was so hungry for a piece of it herself that she rudely interrupted my meal and stuck her fingers in my mouth to loosen up my grip. Seriously, woman!

It was here where, admittedly, I took things too far. Scottie Mom crossed the line trying to retrieve my prize and I had to teach her a lesson. I looked her dead in the eye and slowly began to shut my jaw tighter – her fingers still attempting to steal my prized meat. She looked right back at me then. Her eyes grew wide and I could see tears brimming. Scottie Mom’s a toughie and held her own until she couldn’t anymore. She pulled out her fingers just before I made them part of my meal. Only trouble was: in this swift finger retrieval movement, she knocked out my prized meat and I was distracted by a cough or two. Next thing I knew, she was flinging my meat in a trash can far out of my reach. And her finger was pretty swollen.

I knew I had done wrong and I’ve done my best to make amends with Scottie Mom since our trip. She claims she wasn’t trying to steal my meat for her enjoyment and that she was only concerned for my health. Something about the meat being rotten, me getting sick, the bones being bad for me and such. I don’t know if that’s all true (I mean, it was a really good find…I’m sure Scottie Mom would have snuck a taste if I hadn’t gotten to it first) but I’ve chosen to put this whole thing behind us. Scottie Dad took care of Scottie Mom the minute he got back to us with the car. Luckily, my pearly whites didn’t break her skin and the swelling went down after a day or two. Still, he watched over her injured finger religiously and I knew he wasn’t too pleased with me. Being a big steak guy, I thought he would have had more sympathy for the situation! Instead, here I am: pleading my case to you, my friends. What would you have done if you found yourself in my situation and how do you suggest I make it up to Scottie Mom?

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Saturday morning, we tried something new: dining with dogs! We ventured over to a place called Clary’s Café in Savannah. We chose a seat outside and the Scotties settled in by my feet, eagerly taking in their new surroundings. Scottie Dad (who gets credit for finding this gem!) ordered French toast with bananas on top. I decided to go for a childhood favorite of chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs. I thought Heather and Mr. K would be by our feet begging the entire time but surprisingly, they were more interested in investigating their surroundings and meeting the people enjoying their breakfasts at neighboring tables.

We had a wonderful server who doted on Heather and Mr. K the entire time we were there (arguably more than she did us…and rightfully so!) She brought Heather and Mr. K a good number of complimentary treats and set out a fresh bowl of water for them halfway through the meal. As you can see from the photo above, Mr. K believes water bowls are more than just for drinking. In fact, while Heather was mid-slurp, Mr. K stuck his paws in the water and soaked them there one by one. This move didn’t seem to bother Heather one bit and soon the two had returned to their sidewalk posts to keep an eye on things.

I’ll admit: we hadn’t previously considered doing much dining with dogs prior to our experience at Clary’s during our Savannah trip. No matter how appealing the idea seemed, it just seemed too much to handle while trying to enjoy a meal. However, this place really and truly set a standard for the dining with dogs experiences to come. Of course, we just had to leave an extra tip for the wonderful server who made Heather and Mr. K feel right at home. After our tummies were full, we set off on another morning of exploration about the city where Mr. K got himself into a wee bit of trouble with Scottie Mom. Can you guess what our little trickster was up to this time?

Savannah never disappoints. No matter how many times I visit, it seems as though there is always something I neglected to explore on my previous trip. This time, I was excited to see how the city would handle Heather and Mr. K’s Scottie-tude. After all, they are no strangers to taking pet-friendly vacations! We spent a half day just roaming the streets of Savannah – from River Street all the way through the historic district (where we saw another couple exchanging vows on one of the squares!). I was impressed by the number of places along the way that left water bowls out for the doggie passers-by and a few shops even welcomed four-legged friends. It was apparent Heather and Mr. K appreciated the sights, sounds and smells around them as well…but more on that to follow in the coming days. Today’s post about Savannah is for the human vacationers!

First things first: the food. On Friday morning, we ventured over to Goose Feathers Café. Scottie Dad ordered a chicken salad sandwich and I chose a chicken bacon mushroom melt. Scottie Dad thoroughly enjoyed his dish (he even finished it off with some bread pudding) and I was so hungry that morning that I honestly can’t remember eating the sandwich. Much like Heather Beather and her meals, my melt was there one minute and gone the next! Plus, I was distracted by all the adorable dogs that walked by…including the service dog that came into Goose Feathers with his owner. Dinner was at a place on River Street called Spanky’s, which is said to be the home of the original chicken finger. So, you can imagine what I ordered there!

After we left Spanky’s, we hopped onto an Old Town Trolley Ghost Tour and endured a very animated account of Savannah’s history, legends and old tales. Because it had drizzled, plastic coverings had been placed over the open windows which fogged up too easily and made it impossible to see any of the sights our overly dramatic tour guide discussed. We got off at a few stops, the last one being the most theatrical and the icing on a particularly bad and overbaked cake. I’m not saying you shouldn’t try it out – just that it wasn’t my cup of tea. On previous trips, I have taken one other ghost tour that stopped at the Pirate House. While I cannot recall the name of the tour, I do remember that one being a bit less hokey and actually quite enjoyable.

Saturday morning, we had one of the best brunch experiences ever with Heather and Mr. K before setting out again on a walk around town. You can read all about the Scotties’ brunch experience in tomorrow’s post but let me leave you with this: while we certainly wished we had more time to stay and experience Savannah, Heather and Mr. K give this place two paws up! Oh, and in case you were wondering how the Fluffy Guy comedy show was…Scottie Dad and I couldn’t have been more pleased. We have seen Gabriel Iglesias twice now and each show has been well worth the money spent on tickets. The content is fresh and, of course, funny. It is so obvious Gabriel Iglesias cares about putting on a good show and making sure everyone has a good time. He often unplugs the clock on stage and performs for at least an extra hour or more!

Back to the Start


Mr. K here. Three years ago, I accompanied Scottie Mom on a last-minute business trip to Savannah, Ga. Scottie Mom was called to assist on a special project and we were off to Savannah the very next day. Because this was before Scottie Mom discovered our friends at Pet Paradise, I was privileged to stay with her at a fancy little place called Westin Savannah (courtesy of Scottie Mom’s boss). We didn’t like it much. The accommodations were fine but they threatened to call Animal Control before I even arrived if I made so much as a bark or a guest complained about my presence – so much for a pet-friendly hotel, right? And did I mention this was the first time Scottie Mom ever traveled with me? Scottie Mom would have never stayed there had she been given an alternative. Instead, she called up Scottie Dad to see if he could come with us to keep an eye on me while she was at work. Being the super cool dude that he is, Scottie Dad agreed.

Today, I return to Savannah – which also happens to be the special place where I decided I didn’t have to be the only guy in Scottie Mom’s life and gave her the OK to date Scottie Dad on that same trip three years ago. This time, Heather gets to join us (she hadn’t found us yet at the time of our last trip). I hear it is an extremely dog-friendly place, despite our last experience. We’ll be rooming with Scottie Mom and Dad at a hotel that doesn’t even charge a pet fee for Heather and me. Plus, rumor has it that we may even be able to accompany our humans to lunch at a number of places! I’ve permitted Scottie Mom and Dad to enjoy one night on the town in which their relationship started without us Scottie dogs. They will be going to see a comedian named Fluffy…I told them I didn’t understand why they needed tickets for that show. I am both fluffy and funny enough at home to make everyone laugh. Perhaps I’ve mistakenly given away my comedic talents for free all this time? I must meet this guy and have him share his secret to success!

Be sure to check our Facebook page throughout the weekend for photos of what Heather and I are up to in Savannah. We’ll also post a full review of our trip to Savannah after we get back like we did when we visited Charleston. If you have any suggestions of things we should check out or places you’ve always wanted to see there, let us know and we’ll do our best to snap a photo of our explorations! Gotta go, friends…lots of toys, treats and stuff to pack before we journey back to the place where it all started. Happy anniversary, Scottie Mom and Dad!


It’s official: Heather has been cancer-free now for over one year! Last January, just before she went in for a routine dental procedure, I found a bump and reported it to her vet. What we thought might be a fatty deposit turned out to be liposarcoma, a malignant but localized form of cancer. Suddenly, Heather wasn’t just going in for a dental anymore. She was having major surgery. Hours of waiting, over a half dozen staples and thousands of dollars later, sweet Heather not only pulled through the surgery but eventually kicked cancer to the curb. Not a day goes by that Scottie Dad and I aren’t reminded how lucky we are to still have her here with us.

So many of us are affected by cancer…whether directly or indirectly through a friend, relative or canine companion. Recently, Scottie Dad’s best man (and also the man that gave Heather her first kiss – read about it here) found out his family’s Shih Tzu is battling cancer for a second time. Like Heather, little Miyuki the Shih Tzu beat cancer the first go-round and was awarded an abundance of extra time with her loving family. That extra time, however, came at a significant cost to the family but they were able to make it work. This time, Miyuki’s family needs our help so she can have a few more years with the people who love her most.

We know Miyuki is not a Scottie but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve her best fight against cancer. If every Scottie Mom friend and follower donates just $5, Miyuki’s treatment would be paid for in full. If you know someone or some pup that has been affected by cancer, I ask you to consider donating to Miyuki’s cause. Or, if you simply don’t have the extra means, please consider sharing this link to Miyuki’s story to friends, family, neighbors and coworkers to help spread the word. Together, we can make a difference and work toward eliminating cancer (canine and otherwise) one case at a time. Much love, The Scottie Mom.