Camping Part 1- Dog Tales

I took a tumble … here’s my scary dog tale – Friday

Tired Rosey post camping nap.

The scene… I was flying down Hwy 136. The van is packed to the gills with gear. Jasper the Fat Housecat is in his crate, ridin’ shotgun.  Rosey is on the middle floorboard with only her collar on. {No harness because it had already snapped when she bolted as I was trying to load her in.} …As I rounded a curve, she shimmied under the driver’s seat and came up between my legs.

Now I’m only 4ft 10 1/2in tall. I drive with a pillow to reach the pedals anyway; so a 30 pound dog wedged in does NOT help matters.  0.0

At that point {thank Goddess no cars around} I coasted to the next country road while petting her. She sat still till I got the van half way off the pavement in the tall grass. Parked, then with a death grip on her collar, I shuffled her out and around to the opposite sliding door.

THAT’S WHEN she pulled us both into a 4 foot drainage ditch!! Aaahhh! Ass over applecart into the thick saw grass.

But I never let go of that damn collar. We broke each other’s fall. I didn’t break any bones. A few scratches. Caught my breath, then I let her pull me up the embankment! Finally got her secured in the backseat on the second try.

WHEW! Friends and Confidantes that was an adventure – before the adventure with Z ever started. Camping part 2 here.  #bordercollie #camping #Indiana #grandparents