Wonder Mutt Wednesday

WMW Drunk Dog and Cat

Enjoy the ride.

Oh those pesky cats….always getting the mutts in trouble.  Have you ever woken up in the morning to find your critters not feeling so well and wondering what kind of shenanigans they got into during the night?  Ever suspect a secret trip to the doggie bar was involved?

This Could Get Ugly

*It’s that time again…time for the cool kids to run over and check out the weekly Monday morning Magical Mickey Linkup at run.geek.run(disney).  Are you cool enough to go??

This just may start a Disney war, but here goes…..what is your favorite Disney resort?



Have you ever seen Disney Dorks get into heated conversations about the best whatever about Disney World?  It’s pretty amusing actually.  And I can fully poke fun because I am definitely one of those Dorks.  Especially when it comes to the best “getting into trouble” spots.  Anyone over the age of 21 should know what those are :).

There are a thousand categories we could argue about here, but I’m only going to hit up my top four:  resort, restaurant, bar, and race.  Feel free to weigh in.  Except on the race.  I win, hands down.  You lose.  Go away.


This is kind of a toughie for me as there are still so many I haven’t stayed at yet – basically because I have yet to hit Powerball or have had a long-lost rich relative knock off.  Should you have done either, feel free to share in your bountiful Disney harvest.  That being said, I’d have to say my favorite Disney resort hotel thus far is…..da da da da daaaaaaaa!!!!!  Coronado Springs.

Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh....

Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh….

The running path is a little short, but the landscaping is beautiful, the rooms are great, (especially the king rooms), and the gym is awesome.  I love the spots you can hang out on the sand and watch the world go by, including the local, furry, residents.

Not really.  Just checking to see if you were paying attention.

Not really. Just checking to see if you were paying attention.

You may not see any elk, but there are squirrels, rabbits, fish, and birds galore.  Trust me on the birds. They’re everywhere.  Including RIGHT OUTSIDE your window when you’re trying to sleep in.

Mock you I shall.

Mock you I shall.


This was also a difficult call, but we here at Black Dog Productions (sounds impressive, doesn’t it?), decided to go with Tutto Italia in Epcot.  If you can, sit outside in the glassed in room.  It’s quieter, and a much more intimate setting.  The food is phenomenal, and the wine list is expectedly awesome.  My suggestion: have your server or the sommelier make a recommendation.  We went with a bottle of Castiglion Del Bosco at our server’s recommendation.  A little pricey, but well worth it.

Hello beautiful.

Hello beautiful.


Another tough call, and if it wasn’t for one memorable moment, I would have gone with either La Cava del Tequila or the Rose and Crown.

Ahhhhh, we return to the scene of the crime....

Ahhhhh, we return to the scene of the crime..

Let me just put it out there – I HATE 50’s Prime Time Cafe.  I went there once, could not STAND the corniness of the place, and never went back.  I know many of you think the place is a total hoot.  I, on the other hand, would rather have my fingernails yanked out with a pair of pliers.  Yes, it was THAT bad.  Go ahead, revoke my Dork Card.  I’ll earn it back.  Because I AM that big of a Dork. 🙂

So back to the one moment in time that sold us on the Tune In Lounge as the best bar in Disney.  Stick with me here:

top shelf margarita – $20

Nursing your kid while drinking the top shelf margarita – PRICELESS

If I’m lying I’m dying.

Yeah mama!

Yeah mama!


No argument.

Really. No argument.  Don't even bother.

Really. No argument. Don’t even bother.

No middle of the night wake up call, Food and Wine Festival nibbles and libations, and Epcot ALL TO YOURSELF.  How can one possibly argue with THAT???  Not to mention, HUGE potential for post race #shenanigans…

Yes, yes I do.

Yes, yes I do.

So there you have it – Black Dog’s Disney World Favorites.  Agree or disagree?  Let’s hear it.  Whoever loses the argument has to eat at Prime Time.  Tied to a chair.  Unsedated.

oh no kittens


Enjoy the ride.

Let’s hear it!  What are your Disney faves?  Do any of them include the probability of shenanigans?  Have you ever wanted to start a food fight in the Prime Time Cafe?  WAS IT FUN???

Ewww. Yeah, just Ewww.

What the heck are you talking about Black Dog? you may be asking yourself.  Well, lemme tell ya.

The hubs and I spend ENTIRELY too much time watching TV.  DVR’s and Netflix were created with for suckers like us.  I freely admit it.  That being said, we do have quite eclectic taste in our viewing choices.  So where the heck are you going with this, you may be asking.  Well, lemme tell ya.  Again.

Love this guy.

Love this guy.

I have no idea how we started watching this, but we’re hooked.  If for no other reason than to place bets on how many minutes into the show the inevitable Jon Taffer Meltdown occurs.  And when the show takes place practically in your own back yard, it makes things even more interesting.

As the name says, this guy comes into a bar that’s on the verge of closing its doors.  That’s when things get, well, eww.  Seriously, there’s no other way to say it.  Last night as I sat on the couch thoroughly enjoying some shrimp pasta salad, what do my exhausted eyes behold but Taffer, walking into a beach bar about 20 miles south of me.  A nasty, greasy, scummy, RAT-INFESTED beach bar.  (Suddenly the pasta salad wasn’t sitting so well).  And herein lies the Black Dog dilemma.  Thankfully, we’d never patronized this particular nasty-ass establishment.  But how many nasty-ass bars have we been to and DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT?!?!


Somebody please kill me. Now.

You don’t like to think of the nasties when you go out.  And shows like this – all TV drama aside – make you think twice when you do and maybe cause you to take a little more notice of your surroundings.  Which is probably a good thing.  Because no one wants to see any of these apocalyptic creatures from hell running across your foot.



As with most of the Bar Rescue bars, this one of course would up considerably less nasty-ass.  BUT – and this is a big but – knowing how bad the owners and staff let this place get once, would be enough to keep me from ever wanting to pay a visit, even with the cool chick pirate thing they had going.  Which I’m sure is just me being somewhat germaphobic, but, you know….EWW.  Not to mention the chicas and I have suddenly developed an aversion to anything having to do with pirates.  Right Lisa?




Enjoy the ride.

Ever walked – or ran – out of place because of apocalyptic creatures from hell making an appearance?  Did you refuse to go back, even if the place was cleaned up?  Has your mutt ever partied so hard you found them in the above pictured position?