Last week I had the pleasure (?) of going on an overnight camping trip with 40 plus 5th graders (yikes!). Picture a camp sight straight out of the 1950's and that's where we were.
|I think we should call it "flashback camp".... how many memories does this conjure for you?|
With the cinder block cabins, an activity center with ping pong and Foosball tables, a cafeteria and a lake (well... I think it was really a pond, but they called it a lake)... it was "camp" in all it's glorious mayhem. The weather was not terribly cooperative either (below 50 and raining!), so the outdoor activities were wrought with mismatched layering of an odd assortment of clothes, rain ponchos and plenty of coffee (adults only, of course). Anyhow, I digress. This is not about the camping trip, but about my dad, right?
We left on Thursday morning and came back Friday afternoon. Not only did I have to make arrangements for my 7 year old son for Thursday afternoon and evening, I had to do something with my dogs. In steps my mom and dad. Our dog Lucky is quite the escape artist, so we triple checked the yard this time and made sure to block any possible "exits". The second dog, Coco, is much more manageable as she has learned that "home" is really the best place to be and she's not all that interested in venturing off. Even if a gate is left open, she will remain in her yard. She KNOWS who feeds her :) But again, I digress.
Lucky is a Lhaso Apso and needs regular grooming. I'm ashamed to admit that I let a bit too much time go by between groomings and he was sorely in need of one at the time of this camp out. I tried to get him into our regular groomer, but they were booked into the next week. I hated to bring this overgrown, shaggy dog to my parents' house, but I really didn't have a choice.
|Okay... it's not the best photo, but who really wants to take a picture of their dog that desperately needs to be groomed? Anyhow, this is Lucky... yes... that blond pile of hair on the bed is actually a dog. The black nose gives him away.|