We went camping on the North Shore twice this year, once in August with just the dogs and once a few weeks later with the dogs and #1 Son. Back in June when he told us that he planned to come home for his four-week break between his surgery and medicine rotations he had requested that we take him on a camping excursion. Apparently six+ years in Manhattan have allowed him to appreciate the great outdoors more than when he lived here.
Naps happen a lot during vacations.
"Don't try this at home, folks. We are professionals."
"I'm awake! I'm alert! I'm on guard duty! I was just resting my ey-... zzzzzz..."
"If Bear is gonna flake out on her guard duty, I'll just have to
pick up the slack. A [good] dog's work is never done."
Hunting activity happens, too.
"What's that?"
"That is something that really, really, really needs my personal attention."
"Okay, here I go -- oops! Curses, foiled again by that damned cable tie-out!"
"Tra la, tra la, nice seeds here. Never mind that
white fur over there that smells of dog. Tra la la..."
:: crunch, crunch::
"I'm serious this time! You are history, you little varmint!"
"Yep, I'm history. I'm also faster than you, Dog!"
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One of the shortcomings of traveling with humans is that they seem to like to go places that I cannot, and I have to stay in the car.
"Can I come along? Huh, can I, can I?"
::sigh::
However, there are compensations for A Good Dog Who Is Patient.
Srsly, how can a human turn down a dog that does this on a routine basis?
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Apparently we were not the only ones on the North Shore enamored of the canine species. Observed in Two Harbors:
Observed at the campground:
Where were these guys when we needed them at that campground in Montana?
