The ongoing excitement of Hotel Strasburg

If you recall from past blogs, Marty and I have stayed at the Hotel Strasburg on several occasions as part of our travel adventures to and from Becky and Jon's new abode in southern Virginia.
Tonight, we find ourselves once again relaxing in the confines of a building that dates back to the early 1900's.  The owner has managed to keep the hotel decorated in period style but with the obvious modern day amenities with the newest addition being  Wi-Fi.

On our last stay here, we had Buster in tow, but he is enjoying this President's Day weekend at the Country Pet Hideaway.  I'm certain that he is having a grand time, as the place was extremely busy when I dropped him off this morning.

I reserved the room here  through a 3rd party online vendor, as I have done twice in the past.  The online offerings are typically the simplest room available, and I always book a room with a queen bed.  The second time that I booked online, it was brought to my attention that the owner seems to be rather negligent when it comes to checking the online status of the regular rooms, and since those always book first, we were offered an upgraded suite with a huge room.

We showed up this evening, and I pulled out my room reservation, and the lady once again could not find my name in the book. She politely explained the same story that we had heard on a previous trip, and this time we find ourselves on the 3rd floor, in a relatively unique room with quite a bit of room.
In fact, the room holds a queen bed as well as a twin bed with plenty of room to spare.

Doesn't it figure! The one time we don't bring Buster along, and he could have had his own bed!  But, then again, we'd have to scale 3 flights of steps every time he had the whim to want to go outside.
And with Marty having just flown in from Scotland this afternoon, with his body clock still on Edinburgh time, you know who would be making that trip up and down the stairs.
Not that I couldn't use some stairmaster exercise, but I am looking forward to not waking up to a little white dog barking at 5:00 in the morning.

But something tells me that Marty's morning will be beginning around that time since he's been sleeping half an hour already.  Oh well.  At least he doesn't bark when he gets up!