Hello! It’s me.

It was an intoxicating day, pups!

We drove to Chippewa Falls, home of Leinenkugels! And moments later, we stopped at the Leinie Lodge.

Mom asked me to take a seat. I was utterly confused.

I mean, what am I waiting for? I’m at a brewery and I’m 2.65 years old. I can’t drink another 18+ years. But she says “WAIT”.

Dash:  Can I get down?

Mom:  No.

Dash: Can I get down now?

Mom: No.

Then I threw a fit …. MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM LET ME DOWN AND LET ME SEE WHAT I NEED TO SEE!

There’s a strategy that is guaranteed to work, pups … and that strategy is PERSISTENCE. Just keep yapping, keep asking, and you’ll get your way, #amirite?

Mom walked me to the front door of the facility.

Then she showed me what we were waiting for …

Dog Treats and Dog Water!!

Lemme tell you, I satiated every desire I’ve ever had.

From that moment forward, my singular purpose for being on the planet was to belly-up to the doggie bar.

Mom and Dad hijacked the remainder of the day by going to yet another Supper Club.

That last image is one heck of a cheese-infused spud, if I may be so bold.

My thoughts went back to the greatest stop I’ve ever experienced in an RV.

Yes, even Rusted Metals couldn’t deter my interest in getting back.

When we arrived at the campground, I tried hard to get back to the brewery.

I even side-stepped obvious opportunities to fill my belly.

Alas, I was unable to get back to the doggie bar. I submitted to the needs of my body.

We leave Wisconsin shortly … we leave with many fond memories … of family … of friends … and of the doggie bar at Leinie’s Lodge.