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Scottie Dog Wallpaper by Anthropologie


Scottie Dog Magnets


Walter the Wabbit, aka Mr. Bunny, all wrapped up and waiting to meet Mr. K.


Heather got herself a bully stick!


Mr. K hanging out with Mr. Bunny while he chews on a bully stick.

Friends, there is one place in Savannah we visited that we haven’t yet told you about and for good reason. It is a little shop called, “The Grateful Hound.” Not only did the place have Scottie dog wallpaper by Anthropologie behind the register, they also had a Scottie dog door stopper, Scottie dog magnets and…toys seemingly tough enough for Scottie dog jaws! I was skeptical at first but I decided to splurge and pay $20 to take a chance on a Fluff & Tuff toy after talking to the nice lady behind the desk about how her dog had yet to destroy his. So, I picked out “Walter the Wabbit” (now nicknamed Mr. Bunny) and brought him back to Mr. K – the ultimate toy destroyer.

The reason we hadn’t yet told you about this fun, little boutique is that we wanted to give fellow Scottie Moms a review of how Mr. Bunny fared during his playtime with Mr. K. I was sure I would be writing about Mr. Bunny’s demise within a week – two at the most. It’s been about a month since we returned from Savannah now. Would you believe Mr. Bunny is intact with no tears and still squeaking away? I wouldn’t either if I wasn’t sitting here listening to Mr. K squeak him right now. (Warning: Mr. Bunny squeaks much like Mr. K’s last “favorite” toy…although, not quite that bad. If you need a reminder of how that toy – which lasted a whopping two minutes – sounded, click here.)

Could this be the answer to Scottie Moms’ prayers (and wallet woes)? At nearly $20 for Mr. Bunny, it was a hard price to swallow initially. Then, I considered the fact I could buy three or four Air KONG squeaky tennis balls (Mr. K’s true favorite toy) for the same price and I realized I was lucky to get a half hour to an hour’s worth of quality (and supervised!) playtime with each before it ended up “deaded.” You might remember how quickly Mr. K went through all those squeaky tennis balls we stuffed in a stocking for him this Christmas. Surely, it would be cheaper to pay more up front for a toy like Mr. Bunny and have it last longer than a day. I figure if I can get a few months out of Mr. Bunny, he will be worth his price! We’ll keep you posted on Mr. Bunny’s status. In the meantime, tell us: what toy has lasted longest with your pup?


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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?

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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?

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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!

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