After weeks and weeks of bugging mama she finally took me on an adventure this past week. She claims we haven’t done anything fun all summer because it’s been too hot, but I think she’s just lazy.
She says it’s a lot of work to take me camping but I don’t agree. All she has to do is make sure she brings my stuff. My bed, my pillows, my leashes, my bowls, my food, my treats, my towels. You get the idea. If she brings herself a toothbrush she’s pretty much good to go.
Anyway on Wednesday she packed the car (and me) and we headed to my favorite up north campground, Hartwick Pines. I like it because it has lots of trails through old pine forests that we can explore.
So what do we do there? Well, I ask my mama to take me on lots of walks around the campground. And each day we go out early in the morning on a longer trail through the woods.
My favorite walk is a paved trail that cuts through huge pine trees. It has a little chapel on a hill that we visit on the way.
Mama says it’s good for a sheltie-girl to stop in at church once in awhile.
The paved walk ends at a logging museum place. Mama and I always explore around there, cause you never know what you’ll find. I was hoping for a lecture so that I could learn more about the logging camp, but we were there too early in the morning.
So we looked around on our own. This red thing was to roll over the snow so the loggers could get around in winter. Gee. I like snow, but I don’t think I’d like that much snow!
Mama said I looked very pretty next to the old buildings, and she asked me to sit next to a whole lot of them. I figured that was OK, it was a long walk back to the car so I was in no hurry to move along. Sitting for photos was a good way to rest cause she gives me a treat after each shot. That’s spelled out in our contract you know.
We were only at the campground two nights. Mama said that was fine as she was cold both nights. She said especially the first night her nose was cold and her fingers were cold and her feet were cold. And her sleeping pad deflated and she was too tired to get up and inflate it again.
Me? I thought everything was lovely. The low 50s is perfect for sleeping if you ask me. So when mama started packing up on Friday morning I was puzzled.
Why mama? Why are we leaving? This is all just perfect!
Now stop that right now mama! I demand that you stop taking the tent down.
Oh. Well. If you must.
But I didn’t like it. Not at all.
Mama says I need to wrap this up and I don’t have time to tell you all about our trip home. Mama didn’t take me home right away, so there’s more to tell. Maybe she’ll let me get on her laptop again soon.
Stay tuned. The story continues.