The ball got dropped, and then it was football season and we were left trying to find an away game weekend. I reached out to the marketing department but the hotel was just beginning a major renovation that wouldn’t be completed until late spring. That alerted me to the fact that this was someplace Henri and I needed to go. We actually started planning our trip to Harrah’s about a year ago when some girlfriends of mine were there trouble-making and saw a dog. Fortunately, I was able to make a reservation at Harrah’s Gulf Coast Casino in Biloxi and spend a whole weekend Christmas’ing on the gulf coast. I’d call it Heaven but let’s face it, if it were really Heaven, I might not have gotten in right away. There’s a dog-friendly casino on the beach where the oysters are fresh and the Yeungling is cold. A view of Harrah’s from the Schooner Pier Complex
