Thursday morning, dog walked and taken care of, very good coffee half way consumed. Leaving Las Vegas today. I now know two things: LV is a city not so attractive if you are alone (unless you are a big gambler) and LV is definitely not a city for dogs. The day for Cooper got worse and worse, as it got more and more crowded. Think of it: his vantage point is less than a foot off the ground. All he sees are shoes and shins. He has huge ears, the noise must be frightening. The colors at night pulse and wiggle and reflect on everything, which must drive his eyes crazy. By the time of our last walk last night, around 8:30, I ended up having to carry him out of the casino and half way down the block because he wouldn't walk, just darted around on his leash like the sidewalk was giving him little electric shocks every second. And to get from our room, at the end of a very long corridor, to the nearest exit in the hotel, is about a ten minute walk, seriously. Ten minutes of torture for him and then all those people on the sidewalk! Plus, to cross a street you have to follow him up the stairs (dogs on escalators, not a pretty sight) and then down and then do it over and over again. It was an exhausting dog day. For both of us. Add to that the heat of the day, you get the picture.
And Vegas is a place to come with a friend or a mate or a love interest or some kind of companion. Alone, it's just not that fun. It's still intriguing and it certainly dazzles the eyes. But waiting in line for a buffet alone? Boring. Playing the slots with no one to laugh with? Sad. Grinning from ear to ear watching the fountains at the Bellagio alone? It would have been better to have someone to share it with. Next time, no dog and a friend. Sign up now!
However, that said, I had a good time. The highlight for me were the Bellagio fountains. In the evening they go off every 15 minutes and last night, after Cooper's last walk, I went over and watched them for an hour. If you haven't seen them, they are worth a trip to Vegas. Intricate, delicate, booming, powerful, whoever choreographs the fountains is genius. The water dances rhythmically and stylistically to whatever music is chosen and the music varies from Sinatra to Elton John, from Aaron Copeland to Tchaikovsky and everything in between. I loved them and will come back to see them again.
It may be too long of a drive to get home today, haven't decided. We'll see what happens along the way. More photos to share, hopefully later today.
Au revoir!
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