Maybe, if I’m really quiet, they won’t see me

Last weekend I went camping with some friends at Canyon Lake (a little west of San Marcos). Lee and I carpooled out to the campground. We loaded the car with gear and tied everything down before we loaded the dogs. Ela and Cali made the ride down without incident and with only a little whining.

Saturday turned into a lovely day at the lake as we set up camp, made dinner, played Apples to Apples, roasted marshmallows, and counted stars – all the stuff that makes for a good camp out.

We got up the next morning, everybody cooked breakfast, chatted for a while, and a little before noon decided to break camp. We loaded the car once again, tied down the tents, coolers, and other gear, then loaded the dogs into the back of the car.

Just as we were about to drive away we decided it was best to stop and use the facilities before we got on the road. So, taking turns, we both got out of the car for a minute. When she got back to the car, Lee opened her door, sat down, got comfortable, then turned her head toward the driver side and…

If Ela was a bear she could have eaten Lee head first and Lee would never have seen it coming. Ela was so quiet that Lee didn’t notice her until she looked right at her. Then Lee grinned widely, and nearly fell out of the car from laughing.

Ela had wormed her way through the ropes that were securing the gear and had become tangled just shy of the front seat. It took two tries to get her into the back of the car again.

Here are the pictures we took before we got her untied.