Luie Boone packed his I Love Hotdogs bandana, paw balm, and his favorite chew toy. He was convinced that he was heading to Fetch-ella—the ultimate doggo desert music festival. He even practiced his howlmony for the opening act. But turns out, his hoomans meant Coachella Valley, California. No doggo stages, no pup-arazzi, just sun, sand, and a suspicious lack of squirrels. Still, he's planning on living his best vacation life. Want to know why?

Luie Boone can't read recipe cards, but he's fluent in the language of sizzling skillets. The moment that his hoomans start prepping Creamy Tuscan Chicken, he's front and center. His ears are perked, his tail is wagging, and his nose is working over overtime. He knows he can't eat it. Garlic is a big no-no for pups, but, oh, he just loves the smell. So, if Tuscon, Arizona, smells anything like that creamy, garlicky masterpiece, Luie Boone is more than ready to get this vacati