Not My Idea of a Vacation

We've been back home since Monday night but Momma has been too busy doing this and that to help me with my bloggy.  Work, cleaning, school, blah, blah, blah!  Too many excuses for me to handle.  But today I put my paw down and told her that if she didn't help me I was going to run away.

The vacation wasn't much of a vacation for me.  After spending almost 11 hours in the car we arrived here.  This is the view from the front porch of our rental.  Notice the mountains in the background.  Can you guess where we were?  I guess I need to give you another clue so the next picture may help.

The real purpose of our vacation was to visit this place.  Or maybe I should say for Momma, Daddy, and some other peeps to visit this place.  It's not dog friendly so I had to stay at the rental.  In a crate.  WAAAAAHHHHH!

This is the Biltmore Estate.  It's located in Asheville, North Carolina and it was the summer home of George Vanderbilt.  It's the largest private home in the country and did I mention that it's not dog friendly?  Momma and Daddy visited Biltmore back in 2009 when they took a trip with Stubby to Barkwells.  They loved it so much that they invited their friends Michael and Michele to join us for a Labor Day getaway.  

While I was taking a nice nap in my crate listening to bad music on Momma's iPad, everyone was having fun at Biltmore.  They even took the architectural tour where they got to go on the roof.  Michael is an architect and he absolutely loved Biltmore.

There wasn't much for me to do at the rental but I did find ways to keep occupied.  I supervised every morning while Michael made breakfast.  He didn't mind my help at all because he loves me.  He even gave me some treats when Momma wasn't looking.

The rental didn't have a fenced in yard so I had to be on my leash while outside.  Also, the property had a sloped front yard that led right down to a somewhat busy street with no sidewalk to stroll down.   I simply walked up and down the yard and driveway searching for places to do my business.  Boring!

I did get to go out one night but of course there are no pictures of my night out because I was a spaz. It was hot out and we ate at a Spanish restaurant on the patio.  There was way too much food everywhere so I was all over the place.  Daddy finally ordered me a bowl of carrots which Momma fed to me as she ate her dinner.  Delicious!

Momma saw this nun on a bike everywhere and finally managed to get a picture of him.  She thought he was so hilarious as he biked all over town squirting people with his water gun.  Asheville has no shortage of free thinkers so it's a good place to be whomever you want to be.

This is another place I didn't get to go - Three Dog Bakery.  Hello!  It's the most dog friendly place in Asheville, but nooooooo, I got to stay at the rental and listen to folk music.  Sheesh!

At least Momma had the good sense to buy me some treats while she was at the Bakery.  This blueberry pupcake smelled so good.

And it tasted even better.  Too bad Momma only bought one of these because I definitely deserved more.

This ultra dog friendly restaurant didn't get to experience Tiffy time.  Momma and Michele eat weird food and the Laughing Seed Cafe was right up their alley.   In fact, there were lots of Michele eateries all over Asheville.

The weekend flew by way too fast and soon it was time to hit the road.  We woke up at the ass crack of dawn on Monday and drove through tropical storm Lee.  It seemed like the rain would never end so I decided to nap while Daddy drove us through the mountains.

Momma made sure I was tucked in and warm.  The rain drops were hitting the car very hard but that sure didn't keep me from sleeping the morning away.

"Enough pictures, Momma!  I need to pee.  Please tell Daddy to pull over at the next rest area and drive me up to a covered pee spot.  I absolutely do not want to get my tippy toes wet!"

I even resorted to doing dogya when I got bored in the car.  Once we had driven through the rain, we flew home.  Too bad we didn't have enough time to stop in Indy to visit my friends but we had to get home. 

Next time I want to go on a real vacation even though I don't know exactly where I want to go.  Any suggestions?