We are loading it up here in Flagstaff and headin’ the last leg home. But thought you guys would enjoy a little humor. At least I am certain, Mr. Daddy and Rach would.
So last night from Kingman to Flagstaff I kept googling hotels and searching to find a cheap reasonable hotel that was pet friendly. Not that easy. I’m guessing Flagstaff does not have the 432 pets to one child ratio that let’s say Durango has. Just sayin’.
Finally found one. It’s actually a lovely hotel, and reasonable. True gift from the Lord! We stopped for a quick stop as Dw ran in for something just before getting to the hotel. I quick took the two dogs walking and both did their thing. Or so I thought.
We got to the hotel and Dw ran in to check in. He came out and we all jumped out and grabbed a few suitcases. I had organized everything nicely, so the littles and my stuff was only in one suitcase. So that means only Dw’s, Liberty’s, Emma’s Graham’s and my suitcase, the pet taxi, two computer bags and my purse. Hardly anything to take in at all. Ha!
The nine of us, two dogs the suitcases and stuff all standing in the lobby while Daddy runs to park the van. I asked Graham if Daddy had given him the keys? Nope. So our little crowd stood waiting. Of course, no one noticed us. I mean, really, our little pile just fades into the woodwork.
Dw really was fast. He was only about 2 minutes. And just as he came in, we turned and there was a puddle. About the size of a very large dinner plate. We all looked at each other. Our eyes grew wide. How stinkin’ embarassing. And how is that you make a puddle the size of a dinner plate just vanish? No good way, that I know of. And none that I could think of.
We went to head in the direction of our room, but there was no way that I could leave it there. As Dw turned the corner to head the crew to the room, Elizabeth spotted it and said pretty loudly before Emma gently threw her hand over her mouth, “Hey guys look, one of the dogs peed!”
ugh
The guy was behind the counter, not 15 feet from us, positioned so he could no doubt see the puddle, although he was hurrying to get us a crib, etc. He was hurrying so much I was wishfully praying that he wasn’t paying any attention.
Come on, pet friendly or not, who needs a puddle right inside the door of this lovely hotel.
As Dw headed with the crowd and luggage rack toward the elevators, I whisked Elijah in my arms and said, “Come on buddy.” Dw said, “Where are you going?” With my wide eyes and slight tip of my head, he gathered I was going to try to clean it up.
I looked at all the lobby signs and headed down a pretty long hall to find the ladies room. I grabbed a boatload of paper towels and headed back, Elijah in tow.
None of us had seen either dog do anything. None of us had heard anything. But it only made sense. So I put the towels on the spot and wiped it. I turned over the pile over and it was yellow. A lovely shade. ugh
The desk guy was no where. I was so relieved. Elijah and I ran back to the ladies room and threw the soaked pile of paper towels out.
We came back out and the guy was still not behind the desk.
whew
Elijah and I then headed toward the elevators. Up we went to the sixth floor. And as we got off the elevator there was my family. They were still not in the room.
How odd.
I had been gone from them for probably about 5 minutes and they were still outside the door.
Elijah and I got off the elevator and I said, “You guys aren’t in the room yet?” To which a chorus said, “The key won’t work.”
Now picture this friends, a sweet little boatload of kids, who have been riding in the car for 12 hours and have not stretched their legs or their voices. Giggling. Laughing. Pinching and giggling. Poking and giggling. They were loud. They were noticeable. Not to mention the loaded luggage rack and two animals.
About that time the desk guy appears with the crib. {Elijah doesn’t sleep in one normally, but when you are trying to find sleep space for 9 people? Perfect!}
Dw said to the kind man behind the desk, “The key won’t work.”
The guy looked at him with the most peculiar look and said, “Weren’t you in room 612?”
oh
Maybe that’s why the key won’t work.
Funny how the key for 612 won’t work on the door of 622.
I just have a sneakin’ feeling that that desk guy is counting down the hours till we check out, ya’ know what I mean?
Thats so stinkin funny, I needed that laugh.
Hysterically Funny!!!
Love your story about the puddle. I can picture all of this going down very clearly! lol 🙂 Miss you. Can't wait for you guys to get back to DRO. lv, jen
Those poor honeymooners in room
622.
That is soooo funny!
What sweet memories you and your family will have! Enjoy the rest of your trip.
So, when I read your title to the post my first thought was, "Oh dear, one of her kiddos wet their pants!" 😀 Guess you can figure out we are potty training in the MIller home. I say, "Better a dog than a child." I seriously dread picking up my son from sunday school… please stay dry, please stay dry!!! 🙂
oh my. i can imagine traveling with that entourage is a laugh a minute!! imagine how surprised the people in 622 would have been had the key actually worked!!
We were at a hotel a few weeks ago and I actually walked in the wrong room and couldn't figure out where everyone and everything was for a second–Good thing they were already cleaning it… Thanks for the delightful story. Gotta love big families and rotten dogs!!!
Gosh it sounds like my family, there are only a few of us! I couldn't imagine how much more chaotic we would be with a couple more…oh we are adding at least 1 more soon…hehe. But the dogs, they are the kicker. We traveled with our 2 Italian greyhounds about a month ago…let's just say, I hope they steam clean the carpet soon….
how funny!! Safe trip home!
Oopsie! I'm sure the hotel is used to doggie hazards if they allow pets, right? And I'm sure they were glad it wasn't one of the kiddos 🙂
Or you know… one of the adults.
Cuz you guys crack me up really good all the time, and I'd be a little nervous about my bladder control around y'all. Just sayin… 🙂
Too funny!! I just love following your blog .. it gives me strength
Love it! Sounds like some of our adventure – just a few less kids and one less dog 🙂 That is what vacation is all about!
You are right! I needed the laugh. And all this time, I thought it was just our family!
Yellow is definitely a whole lot better than brown…..
And not nearly as odious…
Just saying…..
Now that's a story. Thanks for sharing.