To follow up with my last story, we are making progress. But this little guy is still being a jerkface and won’t be my friend. Stay tuned…
Now, on to this week’s story. I recently saw a meme about a dog retching in the middle of the night…
Am I right? And that was the inspiration for this story. Well, that and hunting season has started, I see your tags my friends. Great job and stay safe!
Being on the road, one thing I really miss is the piece of property I visit in Southern Indiana a lot in the fall. It’s the most beautiful place in the state. Not only because of the scenery, but because of the attachment I have to the land. However, the deluxe accommodations leave a lot to be desired. In the older camper I have down there, there is no running water, no power, I’m sure I just lost nearly the entire audience with those fun facts. Luxury is definitely not the reason I visit. Here, I get back to the simple things in life, it grounds me and recharges every bit of peace I need in my life.
On this particular trip, shotgun season was in full swing which means very early mornings and long stays in the woods. With Roxy in tow, I planned and prepped for a long weekend. We arrived late on a Wednesday evening, setting up camp and taking in the views. Did I tell you how beautiful it was here?
After 2 long days and coming up empty handed, I returned to camp early and made grilled chicken over the fire ring designated for cooking and warming you up after being in the cold all day. I set the grate off to the side after dinner and propped my feet up on the metal ring and told the dog about everything I had seen on my adventure that day. She had no idea what I was saying, she’s just happy I’m back and speaking directly to her.
I retire for the evening and left Roxy outside to do her business in the dark before bringing her in for the night. And that’s when the fun started, or all hell broke loose, I’ll let you decide. Starting at 1am I hear the dreaded heaving noises coming from the floor below. Because at 40-something there is nothing better than sleeping in an over-the-cab bed in an RV. I fly out of bed and start yelling at her to get outside. Of course, she didn’t make it out before spilling her stomach contents all over the floor. I finally get her outside and start the clean-up process.
Confident she is done with all of that, I let her back in and climb back into the bunk. And about 30 minutes later, we settle in for round 2. Same thing, heaving, puking, outside, clean up, back in. I’m starting to worry that I may need to find an emergency vet as round 3, 4, 5…I lost count at this point, was happening. Exhausted and a tiny bit pissed off because I do not do well with no sleep and I am in no way, shape or form a morning person. And my morning started at 1am. As the sun starts to come up and Roxy is still barfing everywhere, I decide to leave her outside for a little while longer. I’m looking out the kitchen window and I caught her! That little asshole was at the fire ring eating tiny pieces of chicken that had fallen on the ground and gotten mixed into the charcoal left by the fire from dinner the night before. I wanted to strangle her for her self-induced vomiting escapade that kept repeating itself because she couldn’t help herself. Or because she did keep helping herself to the charcoal laced chicken every time I let her out. She is no longer allowed around fire rings, cooking or otherwise.
