Camp Run-A-Pup

The compressor on my fridge fried. It’s under a five year warrantee, so Sears ordered a new compressor. The new compressor was scheduled to be installed tomorrow. Today, Sears called to inform us that the compressor is on indefinite backorder. I explained to Sears that without the compressor all I have is a big white box - which is less than three years old - sitting in my kitchen. They didn’t understand why I was upset. After all, it wasn’t their fault they couldn’t get the part. When I suggested that they might want to replace the refrigerator, they patiently explained that the refrigerator is just fine, it’s the compressor that’s the problem and unfortunately it’s on back order indefinitely. How can anyone wonder why we like our dogs best?

It’s been a girlfriend week at camp. Sami, Daisy, Clem and Rascal have run circles around Scooby and Skippy. Clem, our regular Boston Terrier, is on the shy side, unless of course, she has a toy in her mouth and then she is unstoppable. Sami, our Wheaton pup truly put the P in play, and not playing is not an option. Daisy, our camp Corgi, is always up for a game of “zommie” around the house, but does her best to teach Sami the value of “down time” by offering her toys to play with instead of her ears or by example.

My pups are all loving chewing on mule deer antlers. I found a supplier that promised me that these antlers were shed naturally in the wild. That’s his story and I am sticking to it! Deer antlers look like odd shaped bones that are extremely clean, don’t splinter and so far have not caused any stomach problems. I guess the only problem we have found so far is when Joe steps on one at night on his way to bathroom. My mom said that her Dobie darlings are waiting with great anticipation for me to send the rest of the deer. I don’t think that is very nice!

Camp is Good, Hope you are too!
Katybeth