Inspired by Toby, we decided to take a road trip of our own this weekend. Where else? Las Vegas, bay-bee!
Last year, we celebrated my peep's birthday at the Bellagio. I wanted to return there again this time, but someone insisted otherwise. So, we ended up at the Rio. Guess who's bright idea that was? After taking a whiff of the lobby, I can see how this hotel got its name.
To no surprise, Las Vegas is blazingly hot. In other words, a perfect time for us pugs to hang around poolside. I'm glad that Rio brought along his tennis ball. We played some catch in the pool, which was really cool and refreshing.
Later at night, we were carousing up and down the Strip. Once Rio saw his name in lights, he seemed to forget that I'm the top dog in this family. I thought I would just humor my kid brother and let him have his way for a while. But when he started yapping about getting some bling bling and asking all of us to call him R-Dawg, it was time for me to put my paw down.
Until next time...
Peace out!
Sheba (and "R-Dawg")
P.S. Next time, I'm flying solo. Can't have Sheba here cramping my style. Ladies, I'll be back! -R-Dawg
P.P.S. Hey peep, are you sure we're related? -Sheba
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