Some of you have met my dog Sam, She is a Beagle (aka: Pit Bull).
My exciting social life got the best of me and last weekend I decide to go camping alone with Sam for 2 reasons: None of my friends wanted to go and I would rather chew my arm off than spend another weekend with my mom. I live with her now but that is another story
We got stuck in traffic and made it to camp around 7pm Sat. Found a place way back in the woods with no one anywhere around. I did my normal camping routine: Played with my new camping stuff, thought about buying more camping stuff, set up a camp worthy of Gunga Din, drank beer, ate beef and fell asleep in my chair. Oh yeah, there was a 62 involved also.
Sam gets up early so we are peeing before dawn. Back to bed but she eats around 7am so up again then back to bed. Eventually we both get up and I make breakfast and have coffee. Not long after this I get the urge to poo.
This is the usual time for me but I put it off thinking eventually I will hit an outhouse so I waited but after a few moments I decided that I had to go in the woods. Out comes the shovel, TP, wet wipes and off I go.
Now Sam follows me everywhere, even to the toilet, or in this case, the woods. I get to a good location, check for snakes and dig the hole. I need make sure it is the correct size cuz I had corn with the beef the night before.
Once the hole is ready I drop shorts and assume the position. All is well until Sam gets interested in what I am doing. There is never a time or place that a man is more vulnerable than when he is pooping in the woods so I paid attention to what she was up to. She went in back of me and I suddenly could see something bad happening. She walked up to me; since I was squatting my head was about the same height as her head. She assumed the same position and started pooping right next to me, and I mean right next to me. This reminded me of an Army muti hole latrine. She looked over at me and I could tell she was happy; what could possibly be better than pooping in the woods with your dad?
I love dogs but you gotta wonder what goes through their little acorn brains at times.
My exciting social life got the best of me and last weekend I decide to go camping alone with Sam for 2 reasons: None of my friends wanted to go and I would rather chew my arm off than spend another weekend with my mom. I live with her now but that is another story
We got stuck in traffic and made it to camp around 7pm Sat. Found a place way back in the woods with no one anywhere around. I did my normal camping routine: Played with my new camping stuff, thought about buying more camping stuff, set up a camp worthy of Gunga Din, drank beer, ate beef and fell asleep in my chair. Oh yeah, there was a 62 involved also.
Sam gets up early so we are peeing before dawn. Back to bed but she eats around 7am so up again then back to bed. Eventually we both get up and I make breakfast and have coffee. Not long after this I get the urge to poo.
This is the usual time for me but I put it off thinking eventually I will hit an outhouse so I waited but after a few moments I decided that I had to go in the woods. Out comes the shovel, TP, wet wipes and off I go.
Now Sam follows me everywhere, even to the toilet, or in this case, the woods. I get to a good location, check for snakes and dig the hole. I need make sure it is the correct size cuz I had corn with the beef the night before.
Once the hole is ready I drop shorts and assume the position. All is well until Sam gets interested in what I am doing. There is never a time or place that a man is more vulnerable than when he is pooping in the woods so I paid attention to what she was up to. She went in back of me and I suddenly could see something bad happening. She walked up to me; since I was squatting my head was about the same height as her head. She assumed the same position and started pooping right next to me, and I mean right next to me. This reminded me of an Army muti hole latrine. She looked over at me and I could tell she was happy; what could possibly be better than pooping in the woods with your dad?
I love dogs but you gotta wonder what goes through their little acorn brains at times.
I really though you were gonna say the dog ate your dooty. I have seen some dogs eat some pretty nasty stuff so...
