So we got there a bit early for the wedding gala and weren’t allowed to go into the library.  Instead I took my friends over to Copley Plaza, figuring that there had to be some kind of drinks nearby or at least some fun to be had.  And there was fun to be had, believe me.

In case you don’t know, Copley Plaza is a hundred year old hotel in the middle of Boston catering to the creme de la creme of Boston society.  So obviously of course us.  Just kidding.  But anyway, I mean you’d think that place was Versailles if you went in there.  I mean check this out:

 

Who or what is the last person you’d expect to be living in such a place??  Any guesses??  No.  Not really…  Well, of course the answer is a dog.  Yes a dog.  No, not one of those drool factories that I favor, rather a sweet labrador retriever named Catie Copley.  Check out her super swanky digs:

I was going to make a joke about the place going to the dogs, but Catie Copley seems very sweet.  And there is a little book written about her in the bookshop, about how she went on a trip with her suitcase.  Must be difficult to pack when you don’t have thumbs, but oh well.  Anyway, the book begs the question.  Why would leave digs like those???