The past week has been hectic and not just with the launch of Candied Pop. The confluence of work and life has reached that interesting point where you pass from bobbing gently in the waves to actually working to keep upright. whenever that happens I dream of warm sunny places to visit.

As I have often opined, Management and I have not had a real vacation since our honeymoon and the last time I took off from work was spent sitting in my boxers sipping coffee and catching up on my RSS feeds. Not exactly a dream vacation that would be featured on the Travel Channel. With the inclusion of the dog into our life an actual traveling vacation looks even more remote.

Contrary to popular belief the tree growing in our backyard is just a Horse Chestnut and one of money; boarding for a dog Peri’s size would be more per diem than we would spend on a hotel. Camping is the next suggestion often flipped our way. If you knew Management the way I know Management you would not advance such opinions. She was very generous when we were first dating and did come on a short two day camping jaunt to Vermont and we had a good time–the operative word is had. Since that trip she has evolved an opinion that the camping trip was a near death experience and that camping in general is a dangerous slide from civilization. My Internet addicted self is inclined to agree though my nature boy side pines for crisp mornings and the smell of sun warmed nylon.

Where does that leave us? Honestly, I’m not too certain. We do need to get away but it is going to have to be affordable and allow for us to bring a dog along. We had thought about renting the house the same house as our honeymoon but to our dismay discovered it is a no dogs allowed facility. Anyone have suggestions that meet a tight budget, allow an 85 lbs four-legged toddler, and possibly do not involve Management searching the wilderness for a power outlet?