Let’s be honest: when my humans told me they were going to Las Vegas, I was skeptical. I put my paw on my human’s shoulder and barked. I’ve seen the movies. Vegas is all about flashing lights, loud bells, and people eating shrimp cocktails at 4:00 AM. As a Goldendoodle of refined taste and a coat that requires more maintenance than a vintage Italian sports car, my primary interests are squeaky squirrels, the exact structural integrity of a tennis ball, putting my paw on any human, and knowing exactly when the kibble hits the ceramic bowl. While my paw-rents were…