Our big dog liked to swim like crazy especially if stick was
thrown. She would look all over and have to bring back the first one. We found this out on our honeymoon. That dog was like determined dude. Definitely an Australian Shepherd that is for sure. She would do anything to please a human AND just tough as nails. I don't know if her also catastrophically at times desire for speed was breed related, but man she would GO for the bunnies outside and never caught one, But, I bet like, she would have herded cattle all day even if getting kicked in the face.
The kid was super annoyed because I wouldn't let him swim. But we were in Louisiana where like, we were the only tent among the bunch and it was REASONABLE I mean there was all this creepy Spanish moss and well, some Louisiana kid in an RV who pointed out the area where all the cottonmouths hung out and took my son into the RV where he had had trapped snapping turtles and I was like DOOD kid, I can't let you into the water I am SORRY I wouldn't have let the dog in if I knew.
LOL so we were in this puny tent and night fell and well, I wished strongly and mightily for an RV. But there wasn't really much elsewhere to go on our journey. Some horrifying creatures were making growling noises all night and like, the husband actually got up to investigate and I was like "WOW. What an insane hero," They turned out to be feral cats as it happened but they were super loud.
I was pretty convinced we would all awaken dead but I was also unsure if we were in hell already somehow and had no idea how we ventured there, but oh well.... too late now.
I'm not a fan of Louisiana I want to make that clear. Some Louisiana man was checking in (with his sane RV) at the same time as us, and he was like, 'What a purty champsite you got yoursealves heah," and I was like, okay the inhabitants are insane too. Spanish moss might look real nice in photos but when it tickles the back of your neck as you are walking it
really sucks.
It was cheap; I will give It that. We also each got a box of "cereal" only it was unbranded. I think it was called, "Smore's campsite cereal if you look hard in the box you will find a lump in the shape of Satan." Since it had no like, expiration date or even like a manufacturer, I was like, "No, we will not be eating that." I was frightened it was like Persephone and the pomegranate and I was not prepared to stay at the campsite six months out of the year.
I mean it was exciting! Sure! The kind that like, keeps you going "I will never come back for more."
Louisiana just didn't do much for me. Sorry.
Too much..... stuff to kill you. LIKE way too much. I kept an eye on my five year old like I was out for blood,
Anna
Bloomberg!!!
