Betsy and Katie dogs

Dogs Welcome!

We mean it both ways — our beloved golden retrievers Betsy and Rosa may be the first to greet you when you arrive. At The Betsy, we welcome dogs of all sizes — all we ask, so that we can properly welcome your four-legged companion and as a courtesy to our other guests, is that you tell us all about them when making your reservation. That goes especially for dogs weighing over 40 pounds, who need special clearance during the reservation process. We add a one-time fee of $150, 50% of which goes to Miami Dade Animal Rescue and the SPCA in Zimbabwe, childhood home of one of The Betsy’s owners. (see Philanthropy & Responsibility).

And if pooch needs to unwind after a long trip, treat her to a couples massage like no other at The Betsy’s Outdoor Spa. Alongside your procedure, your pup will enjoy a gentle massage followed by healthy nibbles.

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CEO Cocktails with Betsy & Rosa

Every Friday | 5pm | Lobby Bar

Bring your significant canine other to enjoy a glass of wine, or bowl of water, and meet Betsy and Rosa, our Canine Executive Officers (CEOs). Hosted by Betsy & Rosa’s owner and our Managing Director, and Zach Plutzik.

And while you are here, stroll down to our Underground Gallery to see our collection of dog photography by Carlos Andres Cruz.

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HOPE Express Pet Adoption

1 - 5pm | Ocean Drive | In Front of The Betsy

Hosted by Miami Dade Animal Control on the last Saturday of every month (weather permitting), meet dogs and cats needing a forever home, or make a contribution to protect them in the shelter while they’re waiting.
 

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Katie: (2005 - 2019)

Beginning with Kate by Gerald Stern

Beginning with Kate, a ten year old golden retriever
sleeping all day and
tethered to a baby grand choosing
the cold marble to lie down on instead
of the nearby commercial carpet in the
lobby of the Betsy,
a grand hotel at the northernmost end of Ocean
Drive in Miami Beach, city of Jackie Gleason
and Andrew Warhola, the latter of ghosts you might say
presiding over the annual Basel Schnazzel
where I, with a cane between my legs,
on the most comfortable chair in the whole lobby
keeping Kate company and poking her from
time to time to remind her of the good days
of pork unlimited surrounded by
fat galore and bone softened by cooking
for we were spoiled by loving owners
we couldn’t repay enough by growling and barking
as they sat on their sofas doing their own
wondrous barking, the music we listened to
as we stretched out on their wood and wool and grass,
me too for I was a dog in those days
and sort of trotted like a tan horse
up and down the streets of my six rivers.

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