Beware the night stalker . . .
Our first day at this camp Spike wears himself out poking around the trees and bushes, marking territory all the way around the perimeter, and investigating every smell and every crook and cranny in downed logs. You know, the complete, male-dog repertoire.
That night Spike drops into a deep sleep and barely stirs until mid-morning. After breakfast and some quick surveillance, he hops back into bed and settles into the first of several naps throughout the day.
Well, now Spike’s schedule is upside down.
Last night he’s in and out of bed, climbing over Bridget and me, whining at the door, barking to be picked up and put back in bed, rattling the blinds to look out the window, gotta’ have a midnight snack, pour me more water! He does everything he can come up with to keep Bridget and me from getting any sleep.
After walking him around the BLT a couple of times and responding to his every demand, I give up. I turn on the laptop. Oh great. 1:05 a.m. Thanks a lot, Spike.
As you know, once you enter cyberspace, ordinary time goes haywire.
I look at the tiny clock in the task bar.
4:10 a.m.? How did THAT happen?
Now MY schedule is upside down. I nap like a baby today. I’ll probably be up half the night tonight.
If I don’t get my 9-10 hours of sleep, I can get very cranky . . .
“Yes, YOU! I’m talking about YOU, Spike!”
The crew and I follow a path into the woods.
The path is an old road in the process of being reclaimed by the forest. We enter cool shade created by the huge spruce trees. Hmm . . . a place to take a break.
A short while after that, we come to a clearing.
The bare ground and fire rings indicate it’s a camping area for RVs. Tucked in among the trees is a Class A motor home. I’m pretty sure it belongs to Ranger Mike because he told me I’d be his neighbor at our new campsite.
Of course, Spike sees the RV and jogs right over there to check it out.
I want to turn around and go back to our camp, but I know Spike wouldn’t hear me call. I don’t want to chase after him because that’s when Ranger Mike would come home. I can see it now, “What the heck are you doing snooping around my RV?”
“Oh, uh, hi, Ranger Mike . . .”
I sit on a stump and wait.
The phrase “bump on a log” comes to mind. Sweet Bridget sits patiently nearby. Dear God, don’t let him make a mess tearing things apart or lifting his leg on any of Ranger Mike’s stuff. And while you’re at it, detain Ranger Mike . . . please.
Several minutes later Spike trots over to us, a self-satisfied grin on his face. Oh boy. I don’t wanna’ know.
Y’all may think Spike is cute, but be aware that he does have his dark side.
“Dang! We’re outta’ milk!”
Looks like tomorrow the hillbillies go to town . . .
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