Bao in the lap of luxury

We are staying at an uncharacteristically upmarket and expensive
venue, Aspen Meadows Resort, attending a Renaissance Weekend event.
The rooms are lovely. The surroundings are lovely - green grass, lush
foliage, trees, sculpture, ponds, mountains, blue sky. But for some
reason, the grounds of this extremely pricey resort hotel also
function as an off-leash dog park for locals and their large, much
loved, undisciplined four-legged friends. I'm not talking about one or
two dogs. I'm talking about packs of dogs. Many big dogs, running
loose at all hours.
This isn't working for Bao. He's never liked dog parks. (Frankly,
neither have I) He's small and he's old and he doesn't want to be
jumped by six huge strange dogs who want to smell his butt whenever we
set foot outdoors. He hasn't pooped. He's literally scared shitless.
The staff are sanguine. "Aspen is dog friendly" they say.
So is Carmel. But you don't see dogs running loose in the streets of
Carmel. You don't see dogs running loose in the streets of Aspen,
either. Only here, at Aspen Meadows Resort, where one night's
accommodation costs more than a month's HOA fees!
Aspen Meadows Resort has gone to the dogs, and they can have it.
We won't be back.