Oh, but first there was:
This dog's name was Biscuit. He kept trying to come over to us, but his owner wouldn't allow it. Probably just as well. (No, John, I was not terrified of the dog.) Biscuit finally gave up when the plane arrived. Evidently it was far more interesting than we were.
Now we are here:
. . . With an exceptional view of the building across the way. She won't let us out there because she thinks we'll fall (or maybe jump).
King bed, though. Plenty of room for us all. Except she always steals the sheets.