A couple weeks ago C surprised me by telling me we were going to Savannah for a long weekend sometime around our anniversary, but he couldn’t just plan it due to my work schedule. I cleared my schedule for a weekend and off we went, dog in tow, to Savannah.
When we checked in to the La Quinta hotel, we eagerly got our keys and wanted to unpack the car so we could enjoy some time poolside before heading downtown for dinner. We entered the room and it was hot as hell. C proceeded to attempt to turn on the air conditioner and all it would do was click. Maintenance was called and we waited…and waited. The guy finally showed up and announced he would have to switch out the unit. We had to wait on him since we had Jackson with us, so we started unpacking the rest of our stuff.
The maintenance guy wasn’t able to get the unit out so we had to repack the car, switch rooms, and move on. We unpacked and I turned on my computer to get online to check the weather. Free Internet? Yes, it may be free, but that doesn’t mean it works! Frustrated and now almost two hours after we checked in, we headed to the pool. BAM! Of course, just our luck! Thunder. We head back in to crack open a cold one and get ready for dinner.
We headed downtown and ate at the Moon River Brewery like we did last October when C took me to Savannah for my birthday. After some amazing food we walked around River Street and C wanted a t-shirt. We walked into a random store and he saw one he really liked. An employee approached us after C had pulled out one in his size and the employee told him that there’s no need to pull shirts out when they’re displayed up above. He tried to explain to the man that he was going to buy the shirt, but the man didn’t get it. Screw this, we’re off to find another shirt at a place with nicer employees! We walked down the street and found some great shirts. Mission accomplished.
Saturday we woke up early to get a good spot in line at Paula Deen’s restaurant. We got in line at 7:45 and they started taking reservations at 9:15. We walked around a bit and ate some delicious Southern food, stuffing ourselves to the point of barely being able to move. We returned to our hotel, grabbed the dog, and headed to the dog park. Jackson had a blast and we returned with one exhausted dog, leaving us to head back downtown for a few beers and some dinner. The weather was perfect!
We wanted to sleep in a bit Sunday morning but Jackson’s belly had some other plans. We were awakened by violent vomiting at 6am. Fantastic. We left to get breakfast after that was all cleaned up and came back to find some explosive mud butt. Double fantastic. We took him to the dog park anyways since this isn’t uncommon for him if he’s in a new area and gets stressed. Well… while at the dog park, he vomited again. This time up came the culprit of the upset belly: a rock. A ROCK. Not a small one either; think a rectangle the size of half of your pinky. Well shit, off we go since he’s now vomiting bile, time for a vet. We have no idea when he could’ve swallowed that since he was on his leash a majority of the time in Savannah. The only thing we can think of is that he was playing at the dog park and digging a bit, we couldn’t see everything he put in his mouth. Vet one… no phone number and it’s closed. Vet two… a phone number but no answering machine. Thankfully while we were on the way to vet three he stopped foaming and calmed down.
We decided to still go to the beach where we had a fabulous time. We spent the day at one of the public beaches on Tybee Island, swimming in the ocean and enjoying the sun. I got a tad sunburned on my butt and the backs of my legs, now nicknamed “Big Red” from my loving husband. Lovely, eh?
Now we’re home, unfortunately. We ended up with two free nights at the hotel, escaped an emergency vet visit, drank our weights in beer, had a grand time, and now back to work.
Life in the Fast Lane 