Now that my IMHA is in remission, I can resume traveling with my dads on fun road trips. Our travels typically involve staying in a hotel, so I have developed a keen canine perspective on numerous hotel brands. Recently, I got to spend two nights at the St Regis Monarch Beach, which offered a variety of fabulous amenities and things to do.
St Regis hotel staff must have known about my love of squeaky toys, as they provided a stuffed version of an ultra-luxurious, “Chewy Vuitton” stud clutch. Some people may raise an eyebrow at my preference for this toy, which could be misconstrued for a purse to the untrained eye. I have confidence if my doggy manhood, despite being neutered, and don’t mind if my accessories occasionally veer on the metrosexual side.
Additionally, our kind butler brought me a super nice, white, St Regis embroidered, faux suede dog bed. Unfortunately, it was very bouncy and didn’t allow my compact frame to easily sink down into a supportive nest. I spent some time trying to get comfortable on this plush throne, but ultimately found I preferred sharing the human bed with my dads.
Outside of our room, the hotel’s proximity to a dog park and the beach made for exciting excursions. I got to hang out with some local dogs in a rogue park outing at a lush, grassy site preferential to the wood chipped confines of the official dog park.
On our walk down to the beach, I encountered the stimulating scents and tasty droppings from the plethora of rabbits that lived on the golf course. It is a good thing for those rabbits I was kept on leash, as otherwise I would have gone after a taste of lagomorph meat!
The beach was wide, clean, and featured many surfers bobbing in the water waiting for the next best wave. It is so exciting to me when the waves crash on the shore. I like to run along the water’s edge and bark, but I can never seem to catch a wave myself.
My Mr. Martian squeaky toy came with me to the beach, so I got to chase him in my typical, crazy dog fashion. My other dad took a really cool picture of me airborne in pursuit of Mr. Martian, who was being held captive in my dad’s grasp. I had to save Mr. Martian!
Back at the hotel, I got to more chances to save Mr. Martian from the watery entrapments of our shower and hotel pool. I love to put him in the water, then fish him out myself or have one of my dads get him out for me. It’s a game of which I never tire, yet my dads sometime force me to take a break.
Finally, I thought the black and white striped outdoor seating on our balcony was so appealing that I tried to bury my bone between the cushions. Check out the You Tube video of my determined effort.
Overall, I give the entire St Regis experience very high praise and four paws up. I hope to return at some point for more canine adventures.
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Additionally, our kind butler brought me a super nice, white, St Regis embroidered, faux suede dog bed. Unfortunately, it was very bouncy and didn’t allow my compact frame to easily sink down into a supportive nest. I spent some time trying to get comfortable on this plush throne, but ultimately found I preferred sharing the human bed with my dads.
Outside of our room, the hotel’s proximity to a dog park and the beach made for exciting excursions. I got to hang out with some local dogs in a rogue park outing at a lush, grassy site preferential to the wood chipped confines of the official dog park.
On our walk down to the beach, I encountered the stimulating scents and tasty droppings from the plethora of rabbits that lived on the golf course. It is a good thing for those rabbits I was kept on leash, as otherwise I would have gone after a taste of lagomorph meat!
The beach was wide, clean, and featured many surfers bobbing in the water waiting for the next best wave. It is so exciting to me when the waves crash on the shore. I like to run along the water’s edge and bark, but I can never seem to catch a wave myself.
My Mr. Martian squeaky toy came with me to the beach, so I got to chase him in my typical, crazy dog fashion. My other dad took a really cool picture of me airborne in pursuit of Mr. Martian, who was being held captive in my dad’s grasp. I had to save Mr. Martian!
Back at the hotel, I got to more chances to save Mr. Martian from the watery entrapments of our shower and hotel pool. I love to put him in the water, then fish him out myself or have one of my dads get him out for me. It’s a game of which I never tire, yet my dads sometime force me to take a break.
Finally, I thought the black and white striped outdoor seating on our balcony was so appealing that I tried to bury my bone between the cushions. Check out the You Tube video of my determined effort.
Overall, I give the entire St Regis experience very high praise and four paws up. I hope to return at some point for more canine adventures.
Thank you for reading my latest dog blog post. If you would like to have my next post (or my dad’s veterinary blog) emailed directly to you, please press the “Don’t Miss A Blog Post” button on the right of this page.