Life in Progress: Workcation

A few weeks ago I was asked to go to Prescott for work. I've been there a few times before, it's a small town about 2 hours north of Phoenix. They have 2 surgeons and 1 perfusionist. They aren't too terribly busy, but occasionally their perfusionist uses his vacation time and needs someone to fill in. I think because I'm alone a lot (Chris' busy work schedule) and because I don't have kids, they ask me to go often. I don't mind one little bit.

They put me up in a nice hotel, pay for my gas, ALL my meals, and a little extra on top of that- it's so nice I call it workcation. It's a lot like being on a paid vacation. When they told me they would pay for my food- my first question was "what about...uh...beverages?" they replied, "keep it to one bottle of wine per dinner please." CAN DO! hehehe
I also found out my first trip that Prescott is a very dog-friendly little city. My future visits are now escorted by my lovely sidekick Zeus. The hotel insists well behaved dogs only. So Fritz didn't get a turn and neither does Hera. For now.

Until then, Zeus has found that he thoroughly enjoys being a hotel dog. He gets his own queen size bed that he doesn't have to share with anyone, several long walks per day, and handouts at every single restaurant we attend. Also, they have several dog-friendly shops he can come into (where he usually gets treats too). If you're my dog, you gotta like to shop. Everywhere we walk, he receives praise and attention from strangers for being so handsome and calm. I've also been told twice 'well no one would mess with you with that dog'. Does that mean these people were planning on messing with me? I don't exactly know, but I've decided it's good to bring along 100 pounds of supposed protection. He could be mean if he tried. Probably.

Anyways, here are some photos I took. Sorry they are blurry, I forgot to bring my real camera.
Downtown Prescott