Is Pet-Friendly synonymous with Dog-Friendly? We weren’t going to ask.
We approached the front desk with Bailey wearing one of her fancy, red vests that implicitly suggests she’s a service dog (#noshame). The clerk looked at her and charged an additional $50. “Thanks!” we said in unison—a perfectly innocent couple.
We then brought our necessities and turned on Assassin’s Creed: Colin stealthily carried Pumpkin and a jacket-covered-litterbox through the emergency-exit door, while I held the door and my breath, hoping we won’t get caught smuggling another animal in.
It was far too late and we were far too tired to go look for another hotel. This is it. It’s gotta be it. No questions asked, literally.