headed to Las Vegas. The dog, Icky, had burrowed inside a boot, only to be discovered when the suitcase exceeded its weight limit. Icky, blessedly, was fine.
My first thought upon reading this was: yes, absolutely, of course. I also have a tiny dog, a 5-pound rescue Pomeranian named Rocket. Rocket imperils himself constantly trying to come on adventures. He slips through the door, crawls into handbags, throws his bird bones on the threshold as if he is protesting the removal of a mature oak.
We have left him with dogsitters. Still, sometimes, it’s difficult to deny his wish of undivided attention, 100 percent of the time, with zero breaks.
Since there are three of us in this marriage, we took Rocket about four hours southeast to West Palm Beach for an anniversary weekend. West Palm Beach has not, to my knowledge, marketed itself as the most dog-friendly destination in Florida, but I am giving the tourism people this idea for free.
We stayed at a new boutique hotel called The Ben, part of Marriott’s Autograph Collection. Not only are dogs allowed (for a $125 fee), they are on-theme. We’re talking pop-up dog bowl and bag dispenser gifted on arrival. We’re talking golden dog sculptures at the ends of hallways. We’re talking room service with a “fur baby filet mignon.” Do not insult my character; we did not buy Rocket a $30 filet. He prefers ribeye. I’m KIDDING. He prefers chateaubriand.
The grounds are lovely for humans, too, in a leather-bound library way. Our room had a hidden sliding door to the back of the shower, which is ideal if you want to terrorize that special someone while they are trying to relax.
We ate a romantic anniversary dinner, with the Pomeranian staring at us, on the patio of
Pistache French Bistro, only
steps from the hotel on Clematis Street. After dinner, we watched a light show outside the restaurant. Rocket enjoyed the fountains set to Katy Perry.Related: Look at my tiny dog if you feel dead inside
A vegan restaurant called Darbster, named for the owners’ poodle, offered a discount for a couple hours on Sunday if you brought a dog. I have never turned down a discount, and I’m not about to start. We visited Civil Society Brewing, which has a dog mascot and plenty of canine clientele. And we discovered BRK Republic, tucked in the back of a Clematis Street taco shop. You have to register your dog to ensure he is not Cujo. Then,
he is free to roam behind the bar and in a pool outside. The place is covered in fake grass, so you know what that means.