Food for Thought
It seems that most people who love the outdoors enough to RV in wooded parks rather than in horizontal apartment complexes, also have a natural affinity for animals. I have yet to find a campground or RV park in a natural setting that does not accept dogs, although there will be some rules for their care on site.
Last summer our friends were on the adjacent site with their two large and friendly dogs, while our Spaniel-Retriever cross was with my wife and I in our ancient motor home at Windy Lake Provincial Park, about 25 miles north of Sudbury, Ontario. Much of the time the three dogs are on separate runs that overlap just enough to keep us busy untangling lines. Of course they run free at the dog beach a couple of times each day. Needless to say, our “Pawpy” eats beside the motor home while “Cody” and “Lucy” dine by their trailer, lest there be some arguments about whose food is preferable.
One evening we played board games after dinner until quite late. I should more precise in my use of language. The three canines rested on the trailer floor and only the four humans endured a Yahtzee competition. Finally, Pawpy insisted on taking my wife and I home, while Lucy and Coda presumably made sure their humans also put things away and got to bed.
Sometime during the deepest part of the night, I was wakened by the sounds of Pawpy’s dog dish being rung like a sour bell, which belatedly reminded us that we had forgotten to bring in the dog food. We didn’t really begrudge a raccoon family a night time snack so we simply tried to watch the bandits with a flashlight through the RV window We were too late. Often we get a great show when raccoons fruitlessly prowl the picnic table and our outdoor kitchen. We never leave food or unwashed cookware out at night. Well, almost never. Obviously, we had forgotten the dog food this time.
I decided not to bother going out to pick up the dish until morning. The food was likely gone anyway.
It was a gentle reminder for us. When we went over to the trailer for breakfast we discovered that it had been a more significant notice for our friends.
The high end dining tent they had proudly set up for the first time on this outing was down and in shreds. They had also forgotten the dog food, but theirs had been secure from raccoons inside the particularly rugged dining shelter. However canvas, no matter how thick, is an insignificant barrier to a prowling black bear - and bears love dry dog food.
I did learn that if I hear the dish ringing again in the night, I will again leave it outside until morning.
Ed J Brogden