Everybody Loves Lucy

By Lucy the Jet Set Pet Oct 24th 2011

Forget the saying "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I'm going to bark about my recent stay. Room service, a massage and a walk by a concierge all in one day is too much to keep to myself.



I felt like a high roller when Michelle, a concierge, walked me from my 22^nd floor suite at THEhotel at Mandalay Bay to Barking Lot Lane, a designated grassy area next to the hotel where I could take care of my business, if you know what I mean. What a great thing to offer pet parents, who sometimes are over-served in Sin City and don't feel like getting up to walk their posh pals the morning after. While at THEhotel I saw a man with two small dogs and a couple with a little pooch in the elevator. Dogs rule!" I thought.

Later that day, I pranced down to Trump International Hotel for a massage in a guest suite. I looked around for The Donald in the glitzy lobby but didn't see him. Just as well. I was a little embarrassed that my paws were so dirty from my walk but Elliott, the spa therapist, was a sweetheart and didn't seem to mind. I guess he sees a lot worse in his line of work.

The massage was not only soothing but worked up my appetite. I returned to my suite at THEhotel in time for dinner and nearly let out a yelp when Marc, a server, entered with a four-ounce pan-seared beef tenderloin, blanched carrots and white rice from THEpampered pet menu. When he saw how tiny I was, he kindly asked if he could slice the meat for me. Oooh, I wanted to give him a big lick.

What an exciting trip -- and I didn't even gamble.