This isn’t really a camper story, since the camper didn’t make it to Nashville this weekend, but it is mildly amusing, so here it is.
Thor and I spent the night at a house that was occupied by several humans and a pit bull. The dog was also brindle, but had some white on her shoulder. She was also considerably more stocky and a bit shorter than Thor. She and Thor got along quite well, with one exception.
The humans had been in the kitchen for some time eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts and drinking coffee when we heard the dogs engaged in something of a fight. Both owners yelled, in unison, and the fighting stopped. After a minute of musing about what might have started this altercation, I walked across the house to the living room where the two dogs were standing, looking innocent. There was no sign of ill will between them. I eventually noticed a large bag of beef jerky on the floor. The dogs were nowhere near it.
I’m guessing that what happened was that Thor snagged the bag off the nose-level coffee table and at that point the other dog said something like, “Dude, you can’t take that, it’s my house, if anyone’s eating and it I am.”
To which, Thor replied, “Possession is 9/10 of the law. If only I had opposable thumbs this bag would be open by now.”
“I know if that stuff is gone, I’m going to get in trouble. I’m eating it.”
And the physical altercation began. Thor has a couple of tooth marks on his cheek, but no first aid was applied.