
Hi. Binski here. It’s my turn to narrate the story of our trip to Lake Manatee State Park in mid-June.
Day 1
It is hot hot hot! So we get a spot under some trees. That’s what you do in Florida in the summer.

By the time dad sets us up, we are dying for our first walk. He takes us out one-by-one. It’s more fun to go together but dad doesn’t like it. Rico goes one way and Anya goes another. Pretty soon dad is all tied up.
Anyway, back to my story. We go inside for a treat and dad looks out and sees this red thing looking at itself in the mirror. So, he gets his phone and takes some pictures.

Then, wouldn’t you know, it flies over to the other mirror and poops on the handle! (It must be a baby. We’re much better trained than that!)

We settle down for a little snooze. But suddenly there is a weird TAP on the wall.
What was that? We bark at it and it stops. After a while, we curl up again and start to relax.
TAP. There it is again! TAP. And again!
By this time we’re pretty perturbed. We jump up to the window and that red thing is flying into the side of our house!
This is me, Binski, staring it down.

Dad says it is a bird. He’s afraid it will hurt itself, until he gets a close-up of it hitting the window.
It has its claws out! It’s trying to hurt our house!

We may be little, but we protect our home-away-from-home.
TAP… bark bark bark bark! TAP… bark!!! bark!!! bark!!! bark!!! It must have tapped a hundred times!
What a crazy bird!!!
The noise is drying everyone crazy. But, finally, it gets dark and the tapping stops.
Ah… the end of a perfect day. I settle into my cozy place for the night.

Day 2
4:30 a.m.
Mandy gets up and tap-dances on the floor. It’s a special skill she has. It’ll wake dad from a dead sleep. (Mandy’s the smallest and the oldest. When she’s gotta go, she’s gotta go.)
So, dad drags out of bed, puts on his high intensity headlamp and takes her out in the dark.
Now you have to understand Mandy. She’s a toy fox terrier. She can’t pee just anywhere. It’s like shopping. She likes to browse. 10-15 minutes usually. Dad uses new words while he’s waiting for her to go, especially in the dark with who-knows-what lurking in the woods.
Finally! Good girl, Mandy!!!
Dad brings her to the door hoping the rest of us are still asleep.
Ha! We fooled him! We’re all lined up.
Me first! No, me first!
I go second (I’m on a diuretic). Then Rico goes. And finally Anya who can hold it best.
By 5:00 we’re back inside. And soon we’re in our beds.
Dad goes into the bedroom and mumbles something.
7:00 a.m.
Hooray! The sun is up!
Is there anything better than camping life for doggies? Refreshing walks. New aromas. Rabbit. And turtle. And squirrel. And armadillo. And nasty birds!
But for some reason, our trailblazing dad looks sad this morning. He unhooks everything and drives us to the ranger station.
He tells the ranger Hitchcock sent me.
He’s not far off. The ranger tells him that birds are attacking other RVs in the park, too. It’s nesting season and they don’t like anyone around.
Oh great.
But the ranger guy says there’s a site available down the way. So off we go.
Yay! We outsmarted that stupid bird!
We drive to the new site. Dad gets out and hooks up everything.
He comes in and makes a pot of coffee. He takes off his shoes, puts his feet up, and closes his eyes.
We all jump up to snuggle. (He’s had a rough morning.)
Something catches my eye…
Oh no! It’s looking in our window.

We try to pretend it’s not there. But it doesn’t like being ignored.
Pretty soon we hear TAP!
Dad groans and says something about selling this #*%@ing RV.
The four of us look at each other in disbelief!
Why on earth would he do something like that?
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