let’s go campin, ya’ll!

We’re taking a little camping trip this weekend, for two whole nights.  While that’s definitely not a marathon camping trip by any means, it’s bound to be an interesting experience.  Gus (monster dog) hasn’t quite warmed up to the whole camping experience yet.  The last time we went he ate so much dirt and foliage that his Big Potty was black for two days.  He also gets freaked out by any sort of noise he hears during the night.  It’s the city dog in him, he’s used to sirens and loud homeless people, not birds and rivers.

Speaking of being a city dog though, I actually had a woman stop me on the street the other day because she was so impressed that Gus was going Big Potty on the concrete instead of the grass.  ……. Ummm…thank you…?……. This conversation also took place midway through Gus’s bathroom break.  Luckily, he doesn’t have stage fright so he finished like a champ.

Anyways, back to camping.  The worst Gus spectacle occurred when he was tied up to one of our folding chairs and heard a noise, freaked out and took off, pulling the chair on his leash behind him.  He then turned around, thought that the chair was chasing him and got even more freaked out.  Luckily the chair hit a bump in the road and Casey was able to tackle Gus to the ground.

Ok, the last part didn’t happen, but it makes for a better ending.  It’s not as funny to say that Casey grabbed Gus’s collar and safely brought him back to the site where I was cussing under my breath because I couldn’t get the fire to start with my crumpled InStyle magazine kindling.

Cheers to the weekend!

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