the dogs' first camping trip: elmo and gigi

Roosevelt Lake, ArizonaSept. 10 to 11, 2016

The Dogs’ First Camping Trip:

Elmo and Gigi

by ryn gargulinski

Yahoo! We’re going camping…

What’s camping?

Why does Beezel look so annoyed up

there driving? Is camping supposed

to make you cranky?

Are we there yet?

I hope camping means more

than riding in the truck for

hours….

Don’t we ever get out of this

truck? Geesh

OK, we’re out of

the truck – and into the heat.!

Hey Beezel – Is this camping?

Hey Elmo – What do you think?

Where’s the air

conditioning?

Hey, Elmo – Look at that

sky!

Where’s the air conditioning?

Beezel said it wouldn’t rain.

But those clouds sure look ominous.

Where’d you learn a word

like “ominous?”

Fast, furious and quick.But with just the right timing to hit before the

tent’s rain guard was in place.And just long enough to make most everyone

wet.

Then it rained.

Now I am wet.

I ran under the metal roof thing with

Ryn, where she hid after the rain guard

blew all over in a

fiasco.

Look, Elmo – a

rainbow! I heard the rainbow

gods make wishes

come true.

This rainbow wish stuff is

right on. Dinner. Water. Cushy

mat.

Now about that air

conditioning

Never mind the

air conditioning. Beezel’s

doing something that smells

good.

This rainbow wish thing is

now delivering

steaks!

And relaxation

And a house-like

thing

This house-like thing isn’t bad. No AC, but I got a fan.

And an air mattress. Wonder

where Ryn and Beezel are going to

sleep?

Darkness CameRyn and Beezel did get about 1/3 of the air mattress (combined).

The dogs got the rest.

And then the wind began, whipping and flapping and smacking the tent well into the wee hours.

Gigi did not like this.

No one got much sleep.

Thank the

rainbow gods it’s morning and I’m out of

that tent!

This air mattress is where it’s

at.

Man, that house-like

thing got hot, quick. And

now the sun’s starting to

bake already.

Wish the rainbow gods would have

listened to you about the AC

Maybe if I lie in the bushes like I’m dead

they’ll get the hint and

we’ll go home.

Yaay! Home we

go!

Think it takes a

special breed to like that camping

stuff.

Well, that breed ain’t

me!

Ditto!

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