(Here are a few of our past and present campers. Slide show is in the process of being updated)
People often ask me to share Camp-Run-A-Pup tales. Here are a few camp favorites.
Sorry, Lily, no camp for you: A few years ago, I answered the phone and was greeted by a woman who had visited our Camp-Run-A-Pup web site and was excited to find a social, family environment where she might be able to leave Lily, her Great Pyrenees, while she vacationed. She had been desperately seeking a new place to leave Lily, ever since Lily had been banned from the dog parks and had bit the lady’s last pet sitter’s dog. This information was my first clue that Lily did not play well with others. I explained to the woman that Camp-Run-A-Pup was a very social environment and asked how Lily was with people. Not great. Lily liked some women (if you spoke quietly and never wore a hat), she did not like men, and she actively disliked all kids. I told the woman about my then 12-year-old son and husband, who interacted with our campers. The woman responded that would be fine; she was hoping to expose Lily to more men and children so she could become use to them.
One meal every 10 days: Tippy arrived at camp and before the owner left, I asked about her food. “Shoot! I forgot to pack her food, but I did feed her this morning.” Tip was camping with us for 10 days.
I’m in the alley with your pup: A family arrived to pick up their pup from camp. As often happens, they turned too soon and were in the wrong alley behind the wrong garage. When they called, wondering where we were, I told them we were waiting for them in the alley, with their pup in hand. The frazzled owner replied, “Are you sure you are in the right alley?”
We know nothing, nothing at all: While Joe was walking one of our campers, she managed to quickly turn and playfully bite the butt of a woman passing him on the walk. Joe, never missing a step, pretended it didn’t happen and kept walking towards our house. The woman, incensed, followed him to our front porch, where they stood arguing. I came out to collect the camper and to see what the fuss was about…
The woman, speaking a combination of Polish and English, pointed to a small hole in the back of her pants and emotionally told Joe, “Your dog bite my rear side and tear my leg.” Joe, following our ironclad rule of never incriminating a camper, said, “Our dog put a hole in your pants? Are you sure? Did you see it happen, or feel it?” The woman is sure. “No, NO, the hole pulled by dog. Pants are new!” To which Joe, redirecting away from the playful nip by our camper, replied, “Really, those are new pants? They look a little faded.” When the woman loudly claimed we owed her a new pair of pants, I was ready to hand her my credit card, but Joe made her fight for every dollar she insisted the pants cost. At last, the woman and Joe came to an agreement and she walked away, smugly clutching her hard fought for cash. It was half of what she said the pants were worth but more than what Joe told her they were worth. Everyone was happy.
Bunnies and Beagles and Labs, Oh No!: Recently, a woman called to ask if I would board Carrot Top, her bunny. I explained that my house is full of pups and not really safe for a bunny. Oh no, she tells me, Carrot Top loves dogs. Not being able to resist, I asked her if Carrot Top played with Beagles and Labs. She wasn’t sure he had ever met one. I was sure he hadn’t met one.
Unforgettable Brutus: Recently, a voice from our camp past left me a message. The client wondered if I remember Brutus (who had died 5 years earlier of old age), their 175 pound Rottweiler that took medication for anxiety. Yep. I did remember Brutus! We loved Brutus. And we are looking forward to meeting Spike, their new 10 pound pup.
Tails from Camp-Run-A-Pup. . .to be continued.
Odd Loves Company!
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