Katie and I went camping last night.  In the yard, back behind the big blue spruce.  Just about where the tent is pitched in the header of this blog.  Yep.  A nice spot.

She did good, climbed right on top of her big pillow and went to sleep at 11 when we ventured out.  I slept good too.  Until 3:22 when Katie barked once.  And then stood on me to look out the window and slowly watched something move from right to left while growling under her breath.

I convinced her it was all right and eventually she gave up guard duty.  But then she was up!  And she wanted nothing to do with hanging out in the tent and going back to sleep.  I gave up asking her to go lie down at 4:15 and we wearily (well I was weary, she was prancing) walked across the yard to the house.

Her Dad took her out the front door to do her business in case that was the problem, though why she couldn’t do that on the walk to the house is beyond me.  Apparently you can only do your business if you go out the front door.

Then we went back to bed.  But she wasn’t having any of that either.   After a bit of jumping on and off the bed and barking to be let out of the bedroom I used my school voice and told her to LIE DOWN!  She did and we all fell asleep.

Until 6.  Because, don’t you know, 6 is when we get up….right Mama!?  So I took her out again and as we wandered the front yard she starts staring out into the shadows and growling, then lunging at our shadows.  And doing some spins.  We went inside.

Now we’re both up.

But I’m going back to bed.  And I’m not promising that I’ll be awake in time for doggy school.  I’m not setting an alarm either.  She has lost all brownie points and any possibility of an adventure this weekend.

Oh look.  Now she’s asleep on the sofa.  Looks cute doesn’t she.

Uh huh.