Way up here in Lake Arrowhead, after that car ride that made me sick, we’re at more than 5,000 feet above sea level. I did take a peek out the window on the way up and saw we were above the clouds! How cool is that. 

Mom set me up with my own bed that she brought from home and put it on the hotel room’s sofa with a cushy blanket underneath but I liked their big bed better, so I jumped in and slept there all night. They didn’t care.

The next day Dad had to go to a meeting so Mom took me on a walk along the lake. She tied a long yellow nylon rope to my collar so I could sprint ahead of her down the path and then race back. She remembered how much I needed my Indy time. Maybe it was the altitude, but I panted a bit after our walk. Mom had plenty of water for me though and we stopped often.

That night I wanted to run and jump and play in the room with Mom and Dad, but I was plum tuckered out! They did take me outside on my leash of course to be sure I didn’t have any messes in the room and that night there was this BIG Golden Retriever hanging around right outside the door. He didn’t have a leash on — in fact, he was holding his folded leash in his teeth! I was a bit bothered. Why in the world did I have to be on leash when he didn’t? He started walking toward me and I decided to let him know I wasn’t too happy with him so I barked and barked. Mom lifted me up into her arms and carried me off, whispering in my ear to be quiet, but what the heck…it just wasn’t fair. All dogs were to be on leash at all times. The rules were the rules. How come he could break them?

After a few minutes I got over my outburst and Mom let me run around, then we went back inside and I tackled Dad on the bed again. The second night we all slept better together and in the morning we had to go home. The ride down wasn’t as bad as the ride up because Dad took a different, gentler way down the mountain. Thanks, Dad.

And Mom told me she was super proud of me. I didn’t lift my leg not even one time inside the hallways, in the lobby, in the room, or on the patio. Not even once. She said if I behaved that well maybe we’d go on another road trip again sometime. I just hoped it didn’t include wiggly, curvy, switchback roads, like this time. Otherwise, everything else was a blast!

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Mom said to tell you to check out these sites for information on dog friendly places to stay. She said she’s amazed at how many there are!

www.officialpethotels.com

www.dogfriendly.com

www.bringfido.com

Have fun!
And Wiggles and Woofs to all of you!

Above the Clouds with Charlie Bear

8 thoughts on “Above the Clouds with Charlie Bear

  • August 25, 2011 at 2:42 pm
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    You bring up some points, I’ve often brought up myself.

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  • August 25, 2011 at 1:36 pm
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    Great tips, CB. I’ll pass along these links to my daughter. They travel with two big dogs–as big as Rex!

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    • August 25, 2011 at 1:43 pm
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      Julie,

      Yeah, my Mom wants to take me along more places in the future….at least when she can.

      Big dogs, huh? Like Rex? I miss that guy.

      Wiggles and woofs to you and Clyde,
      Charlie Bear

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  • August 25, 2011 at 10:51 am
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    Wow Charlie Bear! Sounds like you had a wonderful time!

    BUt I know what you mean about all dogs supposed to be on a leash. I am very well trained and well mannered but when we go to the state park I have to stay on my leash because those are the rules. One time two great big dogs that were not on leashes ran up to me and scared me so bad that I went between my moms legs. Boy was she mad at those dogs owners! They had to call and call to get their dogs under control and I know Mom was scared they would bite me. Everything turned out okay, but I wish everyone would follow the rules, don’t you?

    Keep on posting Charlie Bear! I love to hear about all your adventures!

    Your pal,
    Jake

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    • August 25, 2011 at 11:45 am
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      Jake,
      It was awesome! All except for that big dude who wasn’t on leash. Criminy–there oughta be a law. My Dad’s always worried about exactly what you talked about: big dogs not on leashes running up to me. Maybe they’re friendly, but maybe they’re not! How’s a pooch to know?
      Thanks for commenting. I like to hear how you enjoy the posts. I have a big day coming up this weekend, so next week I’ll chat about it in a post. Stay tuned, Jake!
      Wiggles and woofs to you,
      Charlie Bear

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      • August 25, 2011 at 1:05 pm
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        I hate heights and zigzag roads, but I am glad you had a good time.
        Long time ago, when Rascal and I went walking a lot, I often wished he could lead me; he had a good sense of direction and I don’t and didn’t. If Rascal had had that much leash as you, then he would have knocked me over………fortunately, he didn’t have that much leash! I let Rascal do all the running: he was a joy to watch and I simply could not run as fast as he could.

        The big golden retriever was real? You didn’t imagine someone from the across the bridge in heaven?

        Your pictures are cute; I would hug you if I saw you, Charlie.
        Bye for now.
        Susan

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        • August 25, 2011 at 1:27 pm
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          Susan and Rascal,

          I never thought, when I first came to live here, that I’d ever be taken along on an overnighter. Wowee. It was fun.

          Yup, that big Golden was real. I imagine there’s a bunch of them up there over The Rainbow Bridge but this one had a wagging tail and a BIG body.

          Thanks for saying my pictures are cute. I’d love you to hug me!

          Woofs and Wiggles,
          Charlie Bear

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