So last Saturday we moved into our camper in a nice little campground. The move and set up went well. The biggest trouble we had was figuring out the handles for the grey water tank and the black water tank. Grey water tank handles sink and shower water. The black water tank holds toilet water.
In a camper like ours, we have to dump our black water tank every so often. Since there are two adults we figured twice a week would ensure nothing got too full and cause problems. So Saturday and Wednesdays are “dump” days. This task is made much easier because our site has a sewer hook up. So we just go pull out the black water handle, then wait a few minutes. Somebody flushes the toilet several times and then we close everything back up. The grey water tank stays open all the time so it just goes straight down the pipe when it gets used.
Our first full night Sunday at 2am, the dogs decided they needed to go out. It is dark and quiet in the campground, the stars are amazing! So I let Roxie, our older dog out first. I can trust her to not wander off. I proceed to hunt for Gobby’s leash (10 foot cotton lead rope from the horse section at Tractor Supply) and I can’t find it. It probably should be noted I can’t see without my glasses and yeah I didn’t grab my glasses. So I used Roxie’s leash which is a lot shorter.
I open the door, Roxie is on the steps and she won’t finish coming up the steps because Gobby was in the way. And she won’t hop off the steps. So in his infinate wisdom Gobby jumps from the camper to the ground. Except the leash is too short so either I fall out of the camper on to Roxie and the steps or let the leash go. I am not ashamed to admit, I let it go. I backed out of the way, Roxie came in. And Gobby was off.
Gobby is half lab, and guess what color of lab blends perfectly on a dark night. Yep, black lab.
So I grab a lantern, works well when you are illuminating an area. Not so well when you are actively looking a black dog staying just beyond the circle of light. Fed up I go back in the camper, grab my glasses and my keys. I rode around the campground twice looking for him. I finally catch up to him on the far side just a few campers down from our landlady, Ms. Phyllis. (She is very nice, not sure how nice she would have been if we had woken her up. I wouldn’t have been nice at all.) And all I could think was we haven’t even been here 24 hours and we’re going to get kicked out. Thankfully we didn’t cause a commotion or at least I don’t think we did. And we went back home and back to bed.