On a recent hike with two of our four dogs, we decided that it would be fun to take all of them on a camping trip. This is something that we've never been able to do, mostly because camping also usually involves hiking. Not all four dogs are physically able to hike anymore - especially Andy. Our walks in the neighborhood are limited to going a few houses down the street and turning around.
A plan was hatched. We would camp close to home. REALLY close to home - in our backyard. We got home too late that night to set up the tent, since there needed to be a thorough poop pick-up first, and it was already dark.
The next afternoon, the tent went up and was filled with a queen-sized air mattress and multiple dog beds. We left the flap open for the dogs to come and go as they pleased. The firepit was lit and we all shared s'mores after sunset. (Now that I think about it, the graham crackers could have contributed to the increased dog flatulence.)
As we settled in to the tent that night, Andy decided that his massive couch-sized dog bed - complete with doggy sleeping bag on top - wasn't good enough. He immediately climbed up on the air mattress at our feet. I tucked the sleeping bag around him and he was cozy all night. My Sweetpea's feet were his pillow, while my own feet had to hang off the mattress or be curled up so as not to disturb Andy. It reminded us of the old days when Andy could still jump up on the bed. I think we should camp in the backyard more often.