We weren't quite so pleased once we reached the campground as it was tightly packed and crowded. Across from us was a trio of loud "girls" that talked about their sexual orientation for hours. Everybody had fires and the air was thick and hard to breathe. We made a nice dinner and actually had a fire as well.If you can't beat em join em as they say.
Next day we rented a small boat and motor for some fishing. Max was utterly terrified of getting in the boat and was shaking like he had some kind of palsy. I held him tight to me and tried to calm him with encouraging cooing sounds while we putted out into the lake. He calmed right down once we were under way and we opened up the throttle and actually made a wake. We fished all over and made one shore stop where Max fully engaged his feet on the trail and made a show of running all over at warp speed. Pooped a bit too I think. Then we all went back to fishing. Max never whined or seemed impatient. He just looked around at the birds and other boats. Seemed to enjoy it.
We drove around the park and stopped at different attractions. Took Erley on a woods walk where a lady saw him and just freaked out. She demanded that I hold him so she could pet him and then she just chanted at Erley how pretty he was and how special and what a big boy and on and on all the while stroking him all over. It got a little uncomfortable there...She ignored Max completely which always hurts his feelings. People usually either shower the dog or the cat with attention and ignore the other creature. And I mean completely ignore.
|Erley pooping on leash. Just like a dog. Who knew?|
|He absolutely loves stumps and trees|