My human found us this "dogtel" and I told her, "Good job!" Most dogtels require us K9s to sleep on a hard plastic floor or on a polyester dogbed (which is never big enough for a 150-pound wolfdog, even if I could stand the fake fabric) but this time our room had comfy carpet, not to mention that the room was big enough for three or four spots to stretch out on. Pack Leader seemed very happy with her bed, too--we slept nine hours. The fridge is not nearly so big as ours, back in the home den, but it kept our food nice and cool (although we did have to use our own bowls). Pack Leader grumbled that there was no kettle for tea and why didn't the hotel trade in the stupid microwave for one? Finally she settled for coffee from the Keurig. Best feature of the room? The window opens! Yay! Fresh air!
The humans living in this dogtel were very respectful of our needs and each of them received a royal lick or two from me. There was no monster vacuum cleaner sucking its noisy way up and down the halls, which I appreciate, but across the street there was a noisy pack of construction machines in the morning. The old elevator was fun and the halls have spots where you can choose a ramp or stairs--a little agility training for the humans, perhaps. Pack Leader was quite happy with the number of bones she had to pay for our room. I do wish they'd keep some treats on hand, though. The ones without the sugar, of course.