Camping...Not so much!

It's the 4th of July and like quite a few other Americans, we like to go camping.  But, most campgrounds only allow 2 dogs per site, which poses a little problem for us.  Which dog do we leave back?  I can't decide.  So, we chose to set up camp in the back yard, in a tent.  No fancy shmancy camper here!  We spent the day, yesterday, swimming; got home, grilled up some burgers (black bean for me, please), and started the bon fire.  My daughter and I got our sleeping bags and pillows and got everything ready for our slumber in the great outdoors.  We decided Lewis needed the camping "exerience" so we got his bed and a blanket for him.  What a lucky dog, his bed was the softest of all of ours.  Darn Dog!

When it was time to hit the hay, we attached the flashlight to the top loop in the tent.  This was the beginning of the end!  Lewis layed down, and stared at the light.  His eyes were big as saucers.  Then he got up, looked out the window to find an escape route, and, when realizing there was no way out, he slinked along the outer wall of the tent and curled up in a little ball in a corner as far away from "the light" as he could.  Of course we felt bad for him, but we couldn't let him bail on us.  We were in this together.  The 3 Musketeers!

As the night went on, and I tried desperately to sleep, I looked over to see what the sleeping arrangement between Lewis and Lauren ended up being.  Lewis, in a ball, on Lauren's sleeping bag, and Lauren on Lewis' bed.  Me....on the hard ground.  How did I end up with the short stick?  I'm the old one.  I'm supposed to have the softest bed.  Nope!  Not in this house.  The kid and the dogs (and cats) rule the roost.  That's ok sometimes. 

We all coldn't wait for the sun to rise so we could "say" we camped this week end.  As soon as it was light enough, Lauren woke me up and we all went inside where my VERY SMART husband had stayed all night.  My bed had never felt so soft.  And, Lewis, well he got to sleep on the people bed too.