Play Dog Days of Napa
I get antsy on long drives to California’s wine country. There’s only so much panting I can do from my backseat perch as we drive down the winding country roads before I’m barking in anticipation of what awaits me on my arrival at Calistoga Ranch. Bacon – crisp, greasy, delicious slices of bacon – hidden throughout the hotel’s vineyards. It’s my Napa Valley ritual; I go on the hunt every time we visit. While my humans may think this is their vacation – they love to go on wine tastings and hikes – I know I’m the lucky one. I mean, I even get my own in-room dining menu with bones and treats. This is no ordinary dog’s life for me.