The Camping Trip From Hell

(After Josh gets locked in the tent) Josh: Um, could someone…LET ME OUT OF HERE?!! (Shakes the tent all about) I HATE CAMPING, TOO! I’M CLAUSTROPHOBIC! I WOULD LIKE SOME S’MORES! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! –Drake & Josh

Match and I decided that for our 2 year wedding anniversary we would go on a nice camping trip. We left on Tuesday morning with the Jeep loaded up with our gear, eager to get out of town. We drove about 2 hours and got the campground. We were so excited because it was absolutely beautiful. It looked like something out of a philadelphia wedding photography album. If they had running water and flush-able toilets, I could definitely see someone getting married there.

We got out to the Jeep and started unpacking, only to be attacked by swarms of yellow jackets! They were all over us! We didn’t even have our food out and they were buzzing all around us. Poor Monkey was stuck in a cloud of yellow jackets, and I was worried he’d get stung. We finally decided we couldn’t handle it and ended up packing up and leaving.

We were both so disappointed because we loved the campground. There was no one else there, and it would have been so peaceful, if not for the evil bees. We ended up arguing and taking out our frustrations on each other. We weren’t even mad at each other, just the situation. We both calmed down, and decided we’d try to camp at a different spot, up in Lake Sonoma. It was another hour’s drive, but we had our hearts set on camping, so away we went.

We got there and the place was absolutely gorgeous. There were barely any other campers, and it was again, so peaceful.

That is, until we started cooking dinner. Unfortunately there were yellow jackets at this campground too, but they weren’t quite as bad as the first place. We managed to make it through dinner without getting stung, but they yellow jackets kept buzzing all over our food.

After dinner, it started cooling down and the bees went to bed. We were FINALLY able to relax and got ready to go on a hike. I told Match that I was so proud of Monkey for being so good. “He didn’t whine once this whole time!” At that point we looked over at him, and I noticed he looked really strange.

I called to him, and it took him a few minutes to get up. Then when he tried walking towards me he was wobbling, and then he just collapsed. I rushed over to him and checked him all over. He wasn’t swollen like from a bee sting, but he was definitely not feeling well. His nose was dry, he was lethargic, and he started peeing everywhere. I was so scared for my sweet little furbaby. I looked at Match who just got up and started packing up camp. Meanwhile I’m crying, and I just kept saying that I couldn’t handle this right now, and that I couldn’t lose him.

We rushed him to the ER, which was a 45 minute drive. We got there, and I explained his symptoms stating I thought it was a reaction to yellow jacket venom. They took one look at him and said, “Nope, it looks like he got into some marijuana.” Match and I just laughed and said, “What?! We don’t smoke, Match is a Sheriff Deputy!” Then I remembered that I’d seen Monkey eating something black, that looked like poop. I didn’t think anything of it, but looking back, it is possible that it was a burnt pot cookie. The doctor said she sees animals come in at least once a week with marijuana induced toxic reactions.

 snuggling in the waiting room at the ER with my Monkey. He just wanted his mama while he was out of it. He’d freak whenever I moved away from him. Poor lil love! 

To all of those out there who indulge in a little reefer-it’s NOT cool to give it to your pet. Apparently it’s quite toxic and could have been killed our dog. I was beyond angry that someone would be so irresponsible as to leave their drug cookie out like that. I wish I could send them the giant vet bill! That said, after we knew he’d be ok, and after his little stomach was pumped, it was sort of funny to watch him trip out. The poor little guy was so out of it, and he just seemed like all he wanted was not to be high anymore. That’s exactly how I felt when I used to get high. Ughhh just make it stop!

We ended up spending the night with the in-laws since their house was nearby. I spent the whole night awake dealing with the puppy, and cleaning him up after the activated charcoal gave him massive black diarrhea ALL OVER his crate, and my mother-in-law’s nice guest room.

When we woke up Monkey was feeling a lot better. It was such a relief to see him wagging his tail and actually recognizing me when I came into the room. Match and I salvaged a bit of our “camping trip” by going for a hike near his parents house.

Then we treated his parents to Vietnamese takeout from our favorite restaurant that we used to go to all the time when we first started dating. We treated as a thank you for putting up with unexpected houseguests and a very sick grandpuppy. That night they had a bonfire for us, and we kicked back with wine and whiskey. It was a pretty good end to what had been the trip from hell.

When we got home the next day, Match said it was a shame that I had to miss out on my smores, so we cooked up a few on the stove.

And that ends the tale of the camping trip from hell. We tease Monkey and call him our little stoner puppy now. He’s been pretty darn mellow ever since the incident. Let’s hope that’s the one good thing to come out of his experience!

Linking up with:

 with Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

TTUT: Puppy Tummy Cuddles

Todd Zarnecki: Who is it?
Sheldon: Your doom!
Raj: Don’t say “Your doom”. Who opens the door for their doom?
Sheldon: Good point. [to the door] Basket of puppies.

The Big Bang Theory

Today I’m checking in with two fellow dog lovers: Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn

I had a less than exciting weekend. Having to take it easy  per doctor’s orders meant a huge butt print in my couch and way too much computer/tv time. So this Tuesday I wanted to talk about my first baby, my fur baby Monkey.

You can’t say dogs aren’t intuitive. I think he knows about Roo.

Look at Monkey snuggling up to my belly.

I can’t wait to see how he’ll react when I start showing. He’s going to be such a good big brother.

Carmel is a Puppy’s Paradise

Meredith: Such a good dog! Who’s Mommy’s good boy? [Turns and looks at Izzie and George] C’mon, what are you doing, we’re gonna be late.
George: Uh— We need to talk about the dog.
Izzie: That’s not a dog, it’s a hyena that escaped from the zoo, dressed in dog clothing.
George: Whatever. I don’t chew up his clothes. I don’t urinate on his bed. I don’t try to mount him from behind.
Meredith: People, he’s our dog. We love our dog. He loves us.
Izzie: Mount you from behind?
George: He tries to. –Grey’s Anatomy

For those of you who have dogs and have a chance to travel to Carmel, CA I highly recommend it. Did you know it’s incredibly dog friendly? They have dog friendly restaurants where your puppy can sleep at your feet while you eat. Or if it’s my dog, beg at your feet for treats. The beach doesn’t have a leash law, so the puppies get to run free. It’s basically a dog’s version of a bar or a fraternity mixer. They run around from dog to dog, sniffing butts, canoodling, and generally having a grand ol’ time.

Match’s parents brought their dog Poodle and we of course had our Monkey. It’s so nice that the two dogs get along so well. They were sort of the entertainment focus for the week. We would laze around with our bloody marys, gin and tonics, or wine, and watch the dogs rough house or play on the beach. Their poodle puppy has grown so much in a year. Check it out:

Match’s Parents and Poodle, August 2009


Match’s Parents and Poodle, August 2010

Pretty big difference huh? When Poodle stands on his hind legs, he’s almost my height. Now I know that’s not towering as I stand only 5 feet tall, but for a dog it’s pretty impressive. Luckily he’s a Poodle and therefore kind of hollow boned and easy enough to shove away when he gets all excited and jumps up.

He’s my new dancing partner. Doesn’t he look like he’s enjoying the dance?

Here’s Monkey lounging on the design furniture in the rental house. I can’t blame him for getting up on the window seat. It is rather cozy.

In this shot he still looks like a pretty young dog. I’m trying to ignore the fact that he’s going gray behind the ears and he gets tired a lot faster than he used to. I can’t believe he’s already 7 years old. I don’t like to think of him as being middle aged, sniff sniff. It took him three days to recover from our trip!

He ran that beach and peed on every seaweed patch he could find. He rolled in the sand and brought home half the beach to the rental house daily. He climbed rocks with “Daddy” Match and raced to the highest point he could find.

He bonded with Poodle and with Match. Match and I both agreed he was really well behaved on this trip and we were so proud of him. Last year the first thing he did on the beach was pee on the back of someone’s beach chair…while the poor woman was sitting in it! I was mortified. This year we kept an eye out when he’d eye a particularly tempting beach chair, towel, small child playing in the sand. You never know with this one!

At the end of each night we’d watch the dogs cuddle as we played games of dominoes. Look, they’re holding hands!

Probably the funniest thing that happened concerning the dogs was when we realized Poodle could smile, or sort of grimace, on command. We were playing with him, and Match said no. All of a sudden Poodle started curling his lips up in this funny expression and I was able to capture it on video. Match is the one saying no and I’m the one cackling my fool head off as I videotape.


I’ll blog more about the people experiences we had in Carmel, but I thought I’d dedicate this one to the dogs.