|"a good place to live", as per the sign that greets you at the border. not a great place, but a good place.|
|nickerson park campground (thanks, google!)|
|about halfway between albany and oneonta, population under 2,000 (thanks again, google!)|
the first weekend we went up, it was cold and rainy and we had to open up the camper from its winter nap. this involves a lot of little tasks and cleaning up and organizing--lots of moving around and in and out and what probably seemed like chaos to desmond. suffice it to say he was not pleased.
|"no, actually, i am not a happy camper. did my constant whining clue you in? i say, let us leave posthaste and never return to this dreadful place again."|
|we often found him smushed up against or leaning on the cooler in some way or another. not that he didn't have enough room to be NOT doing that, but he's just...special.|
we, of course, stopped a few times on the trip, so he could stretch and go potty, but i have to say that i kind of don't understand this. i mean, the stretching thing makes plenty of sense, but the potty thing makes less sense. he holds it all day while we're at work; he holds it all night while we sleep; he holds it between dinner and bedtime. why can't he hold it for a 3.5/4-hour-ish trip? he probably could but just figures he may as well go when we take him out of the car. my grandma always said to take advantage of all bathroom opportunities; perhaps she'll get along splendidly with desmond when they meet next weekend at my family's annual father's day BBQ.
|"thanks a lot for stopping at this lush parking lot, jerks."|
our darling pup fared a bit better once we all settled down to start the campfire. before that, he spent most of his day lying down or sitting while whining and looking forlorn (hence the quotation marks around adventures). he once tried to get in the car, as if to say, "let's blow this joint."
at the fire, he was happy to have mom and dad not running around and, instead, sitting close by. we all know, however, that he would undoubtedly prefer to be sitting with/on one of us, so we are looking into getting a two-person camp chair/bench, which does exist but is a bit pricey. what a spoiled doggie!
|here's desmond hanging out on his outdoor bed, munching on his first Red Barn Naturals bone. this is the very same bone that he finished off the day that he pooped in the house.|
here is a gratuitous shot of the campfire:
|yup. he's sleeping. because who doesn't like the feeling of blood rushing to their head while at rest? maybe it gives him cool dreams.|
|and, yes, desmond is still sleeping here|
(you like that cliffhanger there? very exciting, right?)