1999 Bouvier Specialty
Olympia Resort & Spa,
Arrival & Welcome
Well, I had a blast @ the National Specialty. That's
in great measure because Nancy Eilks & her Illinois
Club counterpart did such a wonderful job of organizing
the events so to them, I say "thank you". But it must
have been some pain in the ass given the unwelcoming
hotel we were staying at.
While the Olympia Resort & Spa was situated around a
golf course & small
lake, the hotel, itself, was a big
third rate holiday inn with small towels, thin sheets,
plastic cups, a lousy restaurant, soggy sandwiches &
lots of rules. And they had an "attitude" about dogs.
I arrived on Sunday evening, tired but happy to be
there. Truman & I walked wearily into the lobby
directly to the front desk where we were summarily told
that no dogs were allowed in the lobby.
Was it a dream? Was there no "Hi, welcome to the
Olympia Resort & Spa. How was your trip? May I have
your name? I'll be happy to check you in. Normally we don't allow
dogs in the lobby but since there was no
sign on the door & no way for you to know this, let me
check you in as it won't take but a minute."
Nope, it wasn't a dream. Instead when I asked if they
could check me in since I was already there & it
wouldn't take long, I was told "no -- no dogs are
allowed in the lobby."
I muttered, took Truman back to the car & returned to
the front desk to check in. After the normal credit
formalities, I was handed a map of where I could walk
with Truman within the hotel & asked if I wanted a
piece of plastic to put under my dog's crate. I
explained I didn't own a crate, Truman didn't travel in
a crate & I didn't have a crate with me.
I was also handed a list of 13 rules.
One of my favorites was # 13:
"Only crated dogs will be allowed in the elevators.
Stairwells are available for uncrated dogs located both
to the left of the elevators and at the end of each
So I mused out loud:
Assuming I had a crate, I would take the dog of the
crate in the room, carry the crate to the elevator, put
the dog in the crate, take the dog out of the crate &
take the crate out of the elevator. "How about wheels
under the crate?" my check in person suggested.
"How many key cards would you like", she asked
pleasantly. "Two" I said. "One for me & one for the
dog." She smiled & I thought I had made a
Truman & I trudged up the dirty staircase to our fourth
floor room, which I had requested so we could get a
view of the place. There we found an adequate room
with two beds, both covered with sheets (to protect the
chintzy bed covers), a desk & a chest of drawers. Oh
yes, there was a night table & TV.
I unpacked, hung my clothes on the no-steal-em hangers
that are so inconvenient to use, put a cloth on the
floor for Truman's dishes, got the gray fellow some
foul tasting water, told him not to drip on the
industrial carpet & opened the door to a small terrace.
From there I could see an outdoor swimming pool (closed
but not covered) & the small lake surrounded by condos.
By then it was early evening, Truman wasn't hungry, I
was tired so we both fell asleep. Only trouble was, I
hadn't explained Central Standard Time to my boy &
promptly @ 5:30am the next morning, I was being gently
awakened by my kissing alarm clock.
And day 1 began.
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Specialty Diary - Monday