This weekend, we packed the dogs into our car and headed down to the peninsula to meet up with some SoCal friends who were in town for a concert. They were staying at a Kimpton hotel down there with their two dogs, so we decided to join them for a night. If you have dogs and can afford a mid-range hotel (they have good deals on the weekends because they serve mostly the business crowd) you’ve got to check the Kimpton hotels out. There were a plenitude of details to warm the dog lover’s heart:And a million other reasons to enjoy your stay, such as free scented poop bags. This was our first time staying at a “luxury” (read: Marriott-like) dog-friendly hotel. There were pups riding elevators and coming in and out of the automatic doors. It felt like we were at some kind of canine convention, except for the fact that there was also a wedding going on that night, which apparently had nothing to do with dogs.
Our pups seemed to make themselves right at home:
Nina enjoyed the hotel-provided dog bed:
The next day, we went over to my old stomping grounds… the hills of Cupertino/Los Altos. All four dogs went for a swim in Stevens Creek Reservoir:
And then Ted and I drove about ten minutes to Los Altos so I could show him the house where I grew up (from 1986-1996):
I like going down the suburbs, especially when it involves hiking, swimming dogs, and visits down memory lane. We’re only an hour away in Oakland, but it feels like such a different world.