Well I found out something new about myself. I'm not a fan of camping. In fact, if the apocalypse heads my way, I probably would be one of the first to go. The realization is a bit depressing, but that's the truth.
Take away the heat, the noseeums and mosquitoes, my kids whining and Fred almost having a heart attack, it wasn't all that bad. And yet, it wasn't all that great either.
I never once complained though. When you're a mom, you often try to please everybody else that I find it's never a good thing to start complaining. Once you do, then it's like the little ones follow your lead and everything goes down hill. Camping takes so much work it's mind boggling. In the end, we left early because the truth is we suck. Fred wasn't doing so well and the other dog we have, Spike, became ill at the boarders. All and all it wasn't the best trip, but we did try.
Anyway, I thought I'd share some images of Fred during our trip. He seldom poses for me anymore. In fact, he hides. Bless him he's getting old. Still, my husband captured these wonderful images of him.
That's it! Happy Friday the 13th! And a special Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there.