The Biscuit Diaries

DAY 212, Saturday, 10/6/12

October 6th 2012 5:22 pm
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Arrf! What a day! After Tony and Bob took turns taking me out for our morning walks, Bob took me over to visit Cassie and her attendant Sue. Cassie nips at me, but I know that’s just her way of being coy. Even though I like Cassie and Sue, I started to worry that Bob was “dumping” me. I could look out Sue’s window and watch Bob and Tony carrying things out of our apartment and down the stairs—with three guys helping them. Finally, around 11:00 a.m., Bob came and got me. I should have known better than to worry that Bob would leave me; he’s totally lost without me.

So, Bob and I hopped into one of those trucks like the one we took to Pennsylvania, though this one was just a bit smaller. It had bucket seats, so I didn’t have as much room to spread out as I did in the other one. It turns out that Bob, Tony, and the other three guys had spent the entire morning packing all of our things into the truck. In fact, the truck was packed so tight that there was just barely enough space left for a dash of hope and a tinge of adventure.

We spent about four hours on the road and ended up in a town called Abilene, which Bob says is a Comanche word meaning “at least it’s not Lubbock.” And guess who pulled up to the motel just as we did. Tony! Yea!

When we tried to check in at the Best Western Inn, the desk clerk told Bob that she would have to check with the manager—even though we had a reservation—because they were out of “pet rooms.” After talking to the manager on the phone, she told Bob that there were no rooms available and tried to direct us across the street to another motel (which Bob knew would be more expensive). So, Bob told the clerk to call the manager back and tell him that I am not a “pet,” but a service dog, and that under the ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act), he could not legally refuse to rent us a room. The manager finally relented, saying that we could have a room as long as Bob presented proof that I am, in fact, a service dog. Bob simply showed the clerk my service dog tag, and she accepted that.

We’re spending the night here, but I have a hunch we’ll be back on the road early tomorrow morning. I’m not sure exactly where we’re going, but the climate is getting a lot cooler. Bob and Tony had to put on their jackets. Of course, I always carry mine with me.

 
 

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