Camp Scratch Fever

We really needed to put to use our motor home or "mobile dog house" as my husband calls it. We are not campers but we decided to go camping. We decided to go to Brown County State Park in Indiana. We got to the campsite and finally got everything fixed up as close to the comforts of home that we could. The weather, during the day, was really hot so we "camped" inside watching videos. Samantha, being the impatient girl she is, decided she wanted to go out side. My guess was to go potty.

Before I go any further let me fill you in on one thing. I am not quite 5 foot tall and I weigh just over 100 lbs so I am no match for a 2 year old 115 pound hyper Newfoundland. Well I decided to take Sam out. We were out strolling among the trees when a cat crept into our camping area. (Please bear in mind that all this happened with a second or two) Sam spied the cat before I did and just stood there watching it. The cat sat there with a sneer on its face staring back at Sam. Cat moves, Sam tenses up, I shudder. Cat moves again, Sam move. Cat starts to run away. Sam darts after the cat dragging me behind; I fall as the lead is torn from my hands. About this time Gary has decided to come outside. He tries to grab Samantha's lead as she races past him. But he is bare foot on gravel and has no luck stopping her. For an instant we both stand there as our girl bounds down the hill into the thousands of acres of Brown County Park. Gary runs to get his shoes on as I make my way down the thick brush covered hill. All I can think is "I will never see Sam again." When I reached the bottom I paused for a moment and I listen. At least I could still hear her crashing through the leaves, Maybe she is not be too far away. I make my way toward the sounds of her paws. The whole time I am yelling "Sam. Here Sam. I have a biscuit" (Like a biscuit rates when there is an animal to chase). I notice the sound of her crashing through the leaves is getting louder, when to my unbelieving eyes I see her running TOWARD me!!! The cat must have gone up a tree and the biscuit must have rated!! Anyway I quickly grabbed her lead and looked for the best way to make it back to the motor home. Gary is making his way down the hill when I called to him that I have her. All is well that ends well. Well, sort of. That stupid cat strutted around the campground the rest of the week lying on picnic tables antagonizing Sam. Gary took Sam out and she was tied every time-no exceptions.