Camping, Wilbur Style

While the furry beasts were camping the other weekend, I did a little camping of my own.

This is me, camping out on the furry beast cage. I don't normally sleep here, so that's why it's camping.

Look how dry and warm I am.

Meow,
Wilbur

Camping = Wet

We went camping last weekend. As the old saying goes, it was real, it was fun, but it wasn't exactly real fun. It rained the entire time. Rain doesn't deter Mom though, so she still look pictures of us.

We tried to channel The Thundering Herd with our new tie-out line. The only problem with it was that Dad hooked us to the line with our leashes and our leashes got super gross with dirt and water. I don't think we had been home for five minutes before Mom had the leashes in the washing machine. Next time, Dad is going to use something else to hook us to the line.

At one point, Mom looked over and saw Steve giving himself a pawticure in his water bowl. I think he looks pretty zen.

We were able to do some hiking near the campground, where the forest was thick enough that we didn't feel the rain drops. We crossed a trippy-trap bridge, but the little camera had some problems with the picture since it was dark in the forest.

We also found some huge trees that had fallen over. For some perspective, look how tiny Steve and I look on the top of this tree!

Next we came upon a river. It had some pretty good rapids. We were doing a lot of thinking next to the river, as you can tell in the picture.

Finally, we found this tree that was sort of hollow in the middle. Mom tried to get us to pose in the tree, but as usual, it didn't quite go as she had planned for me, but Steve was the perfect model.


After the hiking, we retired to the tent, or as I like to call it, the giant crate. I quickly claimed my spot.

I don't know what Steve was thinking because he laid down on the floor instead of on the other cot.

We're going camping again in a few weeks and Mom sure hopes it doesn't rain all weekend next time!
Kat

Camping Videos

Before we blog about the Husky Picnic, I thought I'd share a couple videos of us camping.

This first video was take right after we went into the tent for the first night. Mom says I'm cranky, but I really wasn't. I just was a bit confused.

This next video is from Saturday morning before the picnic. Mom and Dad were walking us around the campground and we spotted some wild turkeys across the road.

Hope you enjoyed our videos!
Kat

Camping

We just got back from our camping weekend.  We're going to post about it in three different posts: camping, picnic, and hiking.  Today is camping.

Did you know when you go camping that you have to sleep in a big crate with your humans?  Our crate is blue and grey.  Here is a picture of it.

We, of course, can't be expected to sleep on the ground like dogs.  I mean, we're not dogs, we're Siberians!  So I slept on the cot with Mom and Kat slept on the sleeping bag Mom laid out for her.  Here we are.  Notice I'm working hard at keeping Mom's legs warm.

When camping, Dad cooks hamburgers.  Of course, I tried my hardest to get a hamburger, but I only got Canidae.  I did get some carrots from Mom though.

In case you ever go camping, here are some tips.  It's important to keep watch over your campsite.  Here's Kat demonstrating sentry duty.  No animal or person would get past her!

It's also important to have fun.  Here I am relaxing in the horseshoe pit.

And here's Kat having a fun roll in the grass.

Finally, at night, you should do your best to look super cute.  Kat's doing a good job in this photo.

I hope you enjoyed my camping tips!  Next we'll tell you about the Husky Picnic!

Steve

Working Dogs

Hi! Steve again. Mom told us we are going camping this weekend. I have no idea what camping is, but I am always up for new adventures, so I was excited. Then she came up with these things called backpacks. I've seen Mom and Dad wear backpacks when we went snowshoeing and they carried our treats and poop inside them, so I have no problem with a backpack-- until she tried to put it on me! Look at me. It was torture.Even Kat hated it.Apparently we are going to go hiking over the camping trip too and for some reason, Mom and Dad want us to carry our own poop. It should really be a joy for them to pick up our poop, bag it, and carry it for miles in their backpacks, but apparently they don't get that.

Then Dad tried to bribe us into liking our backpacks by giving us some treats. I'll admit that worked pretty well.Then Kat and I ran around for a while outside in our backpacks and when we came back inside, Mom took them off. She said something about how that was enough for today and we'd have to wear them again tomorrow. We shall see about that!

Steve

PS. We are going to a husky picnic on Saturday so that's why we are going camping. WOO!