My dog almost got us kicked out of a hotel!

My Dog Almost Got Us Kicked Out of a Hotel! 🐶🏨😬

Traveling with my dog, Max, is always an adventure. He’s charming, fluffy, and usually well-behaved. Usually. But on our weekend trip to a pet-friendly hotel, Max decided to test the limits of “friendly.”

We checked into a fancy place downtown—beautiful lobby, shiny floors, people in suits. Max strutted in like he owned the building. The front desk staff loved him. Other guests snapped pictures. Everything was going perfectly… until we got to the room.

The moment I opened the door, Max zoomed in like he’d just been let off a leash at a dog park. He leapt onto the bed, sniffed every corner, and within minutes—had found the minibar. Now, I didn’t even know dogs liked trail mix, but Max somehow managed to open the cabinet, nudge the box out, and devour half of it before I could stop him.

Then, while I was trying to call the front desk to apologize, Max ran into the bathroom and discovered the world’s greatest enemy—his own reflection in the mirror. For the next 10 minutes, he barked, growled, and whined like there was a burglar in the bathtub.

Of course, that’s when the hotel manager knocked.

“Sir, we’ve had a few noise complaints,” she said politely, while Max—bless his timing—jumped up and barked at her, too. She gave me that tight-lipped smile that says, one more sound and you’re sleeping in your car.

I promised to keep him quiet, shut the curtains, turned off the lights, and cuddled him until he finally calmed down. He snored peacefully the rest of the night while I lay wide awake, wondering how my sweet dog nearly turned us into hotel outlaws.

Next time? Maybe just a tent.