On the not-so-good side, it’s not the motel’s fault that during my week here:
Someone tried my door handle three nights in a row (he was trying every door on our floor). Reported to office.
One evening, I went to my car to fetch something and hopped in the driver’s seat. Suddenly, two guys walked up and, right in front of my car, pulled off a drug deal! I just sat there, bug-eyed.
Then there was the attempted car jacking in the back parking lot; I met the near-victims outside and they told me they stopped him and he was immediately evicted from the motel.
Three police cars stopped by one night; I was a bit taken aback when I met a herd of Policemen in the stairway. They resolved the issue swiftly and quietly. (I would have missed all this action if I didn’t have to take Zuma out for walks). I found it interesting that she didn’t react to the Officers.
Oh, and I did see a housekeeper throwing up in one of the flowerbeds. That may have been the ‘flu, poor girl.
Despite having to up my caution levels: watch all around you all the time, especially at night), take wide corners around building, always latch your door, I felt safe ‘cuz I have my big ole dawg with me. Like most canines, Zuma watches people and knows how to read them. She’s my personal “People Barometer”! I know she would use her size and booming bark if she felt the need to step up her Security position.
Travels With Zuma 