Fun At Camp

Trudy and I are home from camp! We are both really tired and sore. If you know Trudy, you know that this is a good thing.

The people at camp ranged from typical people with typical dogs who just wanted to do fun things, to rabid "dog people" who do all sports and competitive things that you can do with a canine (conformation, agility, utility, therapy dog, flyball, lure coursing, frisbee, free style, rally O, shutzhund, tracking, field trials, cart pulling, weight pulling, go-to-ground, pier jumping and I know that I've missed something). I fall somewhere in the middle.

It was fun to sit back and observe everybody. It seems that, for some, the dogs are extensions of their own persona. Either what they would like to be or what they are. You begin to realize that there are as many types of people as there are dogs.

Trudy just loved everybody. Almost (not everybody) that she approached wanted to hug her. She is so soft and....happy. She had several best dog friends, Lucy, a spunky Shiba mix who she would play wrestle with for what seemed like hours in the evening when Mom was drinking wine and lounging by the fire with other Moms, Echo, an absolutely gorgeous brindled greyhound with an elegant tapestry collar an an silver and amber fob hanging from its loop (they played with gentle gusto at craft class and then would rest together with intertwined legs) and Adam the black "rock star" afghan hound who had a big crush on her.

Maybe she is what I wish that I could be.