September 19th 2012 2:47 pm
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Greetings from beautiful downtown Chesaw
Well, I decided that I should bark the news about last weekend. Dad and I had planned to attend THE VASHON SHEEPDOG CLASSIC last Friday, Saturday and Sunday on Vashon Island, near Seattle, Washington. We planned to leave home at 2:00 AM; that would get us there around 9:00.......shortly after things got started.
Well, DAD OVERSLEPT! He didn't wake up until about 7:00. Dad never oversleeps......he has a built in alarm clock. He always can wake up when he needs to. Well, not this time!
Dad used to live on Vashon Island, and he had told one of his old bowling buddies he was coming, so we let our friend know that we would be a day late. Dad wanted to stop at Aunt Bonnie's and pick up a truck load of stuff she wanted to give us for our next yard sale. Well, Aunt Bonnie was to attend a hen party Friday afternoon, and we knew we couldn't get there before she left, so we planned to stay Friday night at a motel, go to Aunt Bonnie's first thing Saturday morning, then go to the island.
Dad and I decided that it would be fun to camp at the State Park not far from Aunt Bonnie's instead of staying at the motel. Big mistake. Dad didn't have his sleeping bag, but we had his cot and a quilt and a light blanket in the truck. Dad thought that would be enough. I had my crate and thought I would stay warm in that. We had fun to begin with, went on two nice walks and went to the beach.
Soon it was bed time; Dad wrapped up in his blankets and I curled up in my crate. And then.....the temperature dropped! I don't have anything to freeze off any more, but Dad, like the proverbial brass monkey,still has, and soon everything began to freeze. I was cold too, in my crate and we both lay there and shivered, only dozing occasionally until about 2:30 AM, when we finally decided we had had about as much fun as we could stand, and sat in the truck until morning, enjoying the heater.
After we picked up the stuff at Aunt Bonnie's, we went to visit our friend on Vashon Island. We had decided that we had already missed too much of the Sheepdog Trials, and decided to skip that. At Dad's friend's house was a pretty Rhodesian Ridgeback. She was a senior, just like me, but she was very grouchy and very rude! Every time I tried to sniff her butt, she turned around and grouched at me! I finally gave up and decided to go over to the humans and get petted instead.
It was a nice adventure, but I, like Dad, was happy to arrive back home!
Your incredible pal,
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