Choppy was not terribly fond of camping. Whatever it was, she was definitely a hotel sort of a dog. Still, she would put up with a little camping when forced to do so. Here she is, attempting to nose her way out of our tent at Gulf Island National Seashore, down in Pensacola, Florida.
Travels with Choppy 
My parents dog took one look at the tent, got in the car and stayed there!
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As I get older the more like Choppy I am too. A hotel for the flush toilet for me.
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Ah, Choppy girl, I always knew we were sisters under the skin! Hotels all the way.
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Fun times! I just google-mapped that area: lots to explore.
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It was great – there was also a lot of wildlife, including a painted bunting that kept bringing birders through the campground looking for it, and an armadillo that freaked Choppy and me out one night digging around outside our tent.
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Painted Buntings are gorgeous….seeing an Armadillo would be fun, but maybe not at night. Camped out in our backyard, maybe 25 years ago, what a lot of night noises & our large outdoor rabbit kept stomping his hind legs in his hutch, because he didn’t ‘understand the tent.’ I went on several long camping trips in Europe. What a great time.
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Choppy had the right idea:
Four-star hotel camping for me!
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Our dog Buddy loved camp.
We lived on a lake, and he’d dash through the water and leap into my dad’s 17-foot Winner boat, ride with his paws on the gunwales, spray on his face, tail wagging.
We camped on an island, often as long as three weeks at a time.
If you wanted to find him, just look for Mom. There he would be.
I’m sure he worshiped her as much as I did.
Paz
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Such happy memories 🥰
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Cute photo. ‘Get me outta here!’
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