We didn’t spend much time in casinos on our recent visit to Reno, but one night we did meet some friends at one for dinner, during which Kyndall practiced her “Under” command well enough that her presence was almost imperceptible. On Saturday night, thanks to the generosity of a friend who’s a regular patron of the Atlantis casino, Steve and I got to stay in a 23rd-story room in the Concierge Tower (instead of driving back to Squaw Valley after a late bachata concert). Tucker again hung out at Stephanie’s house, but we took Kyndall, officially caped, up to our room and kenneled her for most of her time there. If there was madness playing out at the slot machines, Kyndall again was calm and collected.
She was agog in the glass elevators, every time we ascended or descended (which we had to do several times for her bathroom breaks). She also seemed a bit creeped out by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Otherwise, her behavior was impeccable.
Still, if she could talk, I think she would attest that her favorite moments were spent out on the trail, or on the deck of our cabin, smelling the delicious aromas of the pine forest.
Or maybe getting released from the torment of the car kennel upon our arrival back home. The next day, a charming four-and-a-half-month-old girl named Spirit arrived for six days of puppy-sitting by us and lively play with Kyndall. In the world of puppies, that’s real fun.