Bunny here at the keyboard to share my exciting weekend adventures with you.
I had one busy weekend and I have been waiting to tell you all about it. You see, I have a birthday this week and Morgan had a birthday last week, so we had a weekend of birthday festivities. There is nothing quite as grand as a birthday celebration weekend, let me tell you.
Friday night, my humans came home from work and normally that means we have some sit around and relax time, but they were both busy getting ready for something. I admit, I was a bit disappointed at first, because usually if they are going somewhere on a Friday night, dogs are not included. To my surprise, though, they packed up a few things for Flattery and me and we were headed off almost as soon as my human got home.
It turns out that this was the annual weekend at the cabin.
Dad’s family rents a cabin in the woods at the old Boy Scout camp every year, usually the first weekend in November. There’s all kinds of fun to be had, like hiking at night, cooking food on the fire, seeing humans complain about using the outhouse and hanging out in the cabin. There is always a lot going on and I enjoy going up to visit with everyone.
This year, it just happened to fall on my birthday weekend. I thought it was nice of them to arrange a big to do for my big day. Camp Wokanda used to be a big camp for the Boy Scouts and it has cabins set throughout the woods. Now they just rent the cabins to people who want to enjoy some time in nature and have fun. To get to the cabin where we stay, you have to hike past a couple of other cabins and camp sites. To our surprise, there were Boy Scouts camping at the first one and there were a lot of them there.
My reputation must have preceded me because as soon as we started walking through, they all started talking about us and asking to pet us. In a matter of seconds we were swarmed, but they were all very polite and friendly. I think we would still be there being petted if my human hadn’t finally said we had to get to our cabin and excused us from the crowd.
When we arrived at the cabin, we were greeted by part of Dad’s family, who are usually happy to see us, too. After a thorough insnifftigation of the premises, I decided to find a bunk bed to lay down on and relax. Flattery was a bit fascinated by the human puppy there, although I think she was more interested in cleaning the milk off his face rather than making his acquaintance. He really enjoyed petting us, too.
All in all, it was a lovely evening and we had a lot of fun. I did have one issue, though. You see, while a lot of the family was outside roasting hot dogs, Flattery and I stayed inside the cabin where it was warm and cozy. I found a lovely spot to lie down and relax with a comfortable sleeping bag. When people came in and started eating, I got up in case someone had a little too much and needed to share some. After the food was consumed, I returned to my comfy spot only to find that Hot Dog had taken possession of my sleeping bag. On top of that, he was saying that is was his. I tried hard to at least share it with him, but there were these lumpy legs underneath it and I simply couldn’t lay down and get comfortable. I was seriously peeved and I even gave him the stink eye, but he wouldn’t get his lumpy legs out of that sleeping bag. I finally gave up and went to share a bunk bed with my human. I have no idea why all the humans thought this was so funny.
Most of the family sleeps there in bunk beds, but we always go back home and enjoy our creature comforts. I can’t say that I mind this. I know it’s fun to enjoy the rustic outdoors, but a princess does have certain standards to maintain. We hiked back out to the car and went past the Boy Scouts very quietly so as not to start a second riot.
Of course, we also had time at home to celebrate.
We had a lovely cake to share on Saturday and none of us were complaining. We got to enjoy spending some time together which really made my tail wag. Morgan got to go on several car rides and help Dad with some things, which she thought was the best. She got some new toys to destroy and that made her a very happy girl, too. I got my new collar last month, and I had extra special time with my human, so I was happy, too.
My actual birthday isn’t until tomorrow, but I highly approve of a birthday weekend to celebrate. It wasn’t really about getting things for me, it was about being with those I love. They say I’m a senior dog now, but I will be enjoying the memories of our special weekend for a long time to come. I certainly don’t feel like a senior dog and after this weekend, I plan on celebrating a lot more birthdays.