Command Performance

So we’re back in Santa Monica, staying at the Hotel California this time.  Right next door to the Loews.  Now correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we just leave Santa Monica on Wednesday?  Only Beagle Man could come up with an itinerary like this one.  And I thought I’d made it pretty clear I’d had it with this place and wanted to hit the road again when — after three days of near-perfect behavior — I started peeing all over the room and the hallways.  Ah, well.  Speaking of peeing, remember I told you in my last Roof Rack Report that I had a story about peeing on

demand?  Okay, so last Friday night, B-Man assumed I’d gone to sleep without peeing first.  When I woke up to stretch and shake at 2 AM, he was absolutely sure I had to go — so he put on my leash, sprinted me down the hallway, and pulled me outside before I’d go in the corridor.  Then he walked me along Ocean Avenue all the way to Moomat Ahiko; then down Appian Way to Shutters; then up Pico Boulevard, back to Ocean.  All over the place!  From 2:10 AM to 3:15 AM!  The B-Man was stumbling along, and muttering — pretty much walking in his sleep — but he was determined.  Finally, he gave up.  What I didn’t tell him is that I’d already peed on the rug in the room while he and Mrs. B were busy unpacking.  The point of all this?  That I think I’m a little better qualified to know when I have to pee than he is.  Oh, and just one other thing that’s been on my mind:  I think by now you all know where I stand on the subject of wearing silly human outfits.  You see that picture B-Man’s friend Kim sent him of her “grandpuppy” Trek?  Come on, Trek.  Have a little pride.

I plan to write The Roof Rack Report for this blog (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) as often as I can while we’re on the road.  Provided, of course, I get my necessary allotment of food & sleep .