Dog Owners Beware

Such a strange weekend. Thunderstorms on Friday, with nasty gray skies. I thought it would prevent campers from showing up. I did have some cancellations, but then I started getting calls. Is the pool open? Sure, but the water is still very cold, since the nighttime temperature has still been dipping into the lower 40's. The pool people came and set up their pop-up before the rain came down again. I was cooking dinner, so, I told he who should not ever be allowed to check people in, to take care of it, since I was frying flour tortillas at his request. I mean, we are by no means full on this rainy night ....... what could he possibly screw up. It was that or have him take over in the kitchen. Either way, I have to clean up the mess .........

They had four children. And a dog .............. not on a leash. The man came in without his wallet, so he was told to go set up before the storm came and then to come pay. I had already told him the rates on the phone, so he knew that the two children would be extra. They waited until we had closed at 9 to come up and pay, so we told them to just come up and pay in the morning. Next day I look at the registration ......... Honey, where did you put the people you checked in? He told them to pick any site they liked. How many people? He doesn't know, but he thinks they have two children, maybe three. Did you charge for the extra people? He forgot to. Next time he should take over in the kitchen.

The pool people had with them a Saint Bernard puppy. Now, we all know that I love puppies and that I love Saint Bernards. I seemed to have hardened my heart of late, though, because I was lees that enchanted at the site of the puppy roaming freely inside the pool area. Signs, you say. You think I need signs? No, I need people who will read the signs. Maybe common sense would help, too. My dogs don't get to go in the pool. Would you want to take a dip in a pool with dogs? I wouldn't, unless they were my dogs. Here is your tip for the day ............ When someone tells you that your dog has to be on a leash, don't tell them that your dog is good, just put your dog on a leash. Otherwise, the crabby kamp host might ask you to leave.

It was a beautiful day, yesterday. The sun was out and the gentle breeze blew. Of course I was stuck in the office, just busy enough to keep me from accomplishing anything other than reading a book and playing on the computer. This morning the sun was shining when I opened my eyes and I was happily anticipating mowing the back yard and moving some day lilies and hostas. I was humming my favorite song. Then the sky darkened and it has been threatening to storm. So, I went to the strawberry patch to gather the berries that had ripened since Friday. I walked around the yard after filling a big mixing bowl. I was checking on the progress of the peaches and the lack of progress on my lone cherry tree ..................... and that is when I spied it. Dog poop. In my yard. Not my dogs' poop. My dogs have their own yard.

Let's see. There were many dogs here this weekend. Some poodles. They were being walked on leashes by their owners on the main trail around the kampground. Also some retrievers. Also with their owners ....... on leashes. Hmmmm ............ I wonder, could it have been the cute little Saint Bernard pup that was not on a leash??????????????