I dug out my old tent and found the shock cords are gone in the poles. I can’t bitch, the tent’s 30 years old. I’ve got a lot of good memories in this beast. I can remember trips where we’d wake up in the middle of the night with roaring wind and heavy rain … and we were just snug as bugs in here. Good times.
I might skip supper tonight and just chill. I’ve got no hoople headed dogs to torture me on this trip. King Fergus went to work with his mom today and the Niglet stayed home.
The li’l beaner is starting to hit the paper and pooh pad. The wife tells me he peed on the pad at work, then went outside to poop with Hannah when he got home. He’s coming along nicely. He’s learning to sit for treats too. Last night they went over to the mother in laws and there were other dogs there. The Niglet was very defensive of the pup and kept the other dogs away. She’s my Alpha Girl now, just like Macey so long ago. Has it been 3 years now…? Four…? Time flies so fast.
So this diesel heater is a new piece of equipment for me. It’s the pelican-cased H-Calory that Flapz just bought off Amazon. He bought it but he’s too much of a fag for winter camping even in these mild temps. I don’t get it? I told him to give me the damn thing and I would try it out. If it doesn’t work I have cold weather gear but even if it did crap out I doubt I’d need it on a night like tonight.
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