Camping.

Note the lack of the exclamation point after Camping in the title.  It symbolizes how I feel about it.  I hate it!  Mommy and daddy don't seem to understand.  Or more likely, don't care.  They insist on dragging me outside and forcing me to sleep in a thin piece of nylon in a sleeping bag on top of an air mattress.  They know that we have a perfectly good house, bed, and down comforter at home.

The only good part about camping is being able to go for walks at night.  In the dark.  With only my keen sense of smell to guide us.   Well, I guess there was mommy's flashlight, too.

Okay, so it was a little cool.  (Mommy's new camera works really well in the dark!)

The other good part (I guess there are two) is the food.  Mommy and daddy let me clean the plate after they were done.  I marked it with my stamp of approval.  (So maybe you don't have to stand on plates to stop them from moving around while you're trying to eat, but I suppose you also have thumbs, right?)

When I got home, I was very happy to see my bed just as I had left it.  I took a well-deserved nap.