Yesterday was a lovely day. The predicted rain held off until dusk. The seasonal camper buddies were whizzing around on golf carts and cleaning the sites while I was re-merchandising my camp store and making endless lists. I met a new family and rented them a seasonal site. He who tinkers away at this and that was out and about doing what he does.
At around 5 o'clock I began to tire. It was a pleasant feeling, as I had accomplished a lot. My dogs were also tired of my absence, so I decided to have a little sit down with my furry friends and have a little stroll through the land of blog. We had no sooner settled into our usual configuration on the sofa with all three making contact with my leg and settling in when I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. They noticed it at the same time and all three bounded over me to the window barking loudly to let me know that someone was invading our private space. They don't care if you come into the store or linger on that side of the building, but the porch on the private residence side of the building is off limits unless they recognize the person and that person is with their person. Since their person is right their beside them ..........
A little girl was running after the kamp cat. I went into the store and the father came in. He is a truck driver who has seen my signage from the interstate on many occasion. I know this because he told me this over and over. I gave the man a brochure and explained the pricing and answered his questions in between scolding my dogs. I even apologized and explained that my dogs were upset because his children were on the porch that was a part of my living quarters. He was oblivious to the four little girls running amok. He just continued to tell me that he was a truck driver and ask the same questions I had already answered. Finally he left to take a ride through the park. But, he came right back in with the four little girls from age 6 to 2 to introduce me to them. Why? Don't know, as I fervently hope they decide to camp elsewhere. He didn't appear to be one who was into parental supervision. When he left this time I locked the door.
My dogs are still barking with gusto as I return to my perch and look out the window to see the little girls running on my porch. I see that he who protects me is there saying something to the children and they return to their family van. He who watches the van drive away comes in to tell me the rest of the story. The mother of the foursome was in the van all the while her children were out and about and her husband was regaling me with tales of driving his big rig along the interstate reading signs and billboards. Seems the little ones had captured our cat and actually stowed her away in the van. When they opened the door to get in, the cat escaped and they were trying to catch her again! All the while the parental unit is watching and does not appear to care that her children are attempting to steal my cat! Really, really think they would be happier at the state park, don't you?