Cashmere's log - Day 12

I think I could get used to this. This is the nicest campground I have ever seen. Our site backs up to a playground and all of the kids stop by to pet me. There is a soft, sandy, sunny spot right under the swings that I like to lay in. I can keep my eye on mom and dad as they walk over to a nearby building to wash dishes, take a shower in what mom says is like a hotel bathroom, or walk over to get their free coffee every morning. They even washed all my bedding over there (which I thought smelled just fine). And ever since I had that little "accident" when they left me in the camper for a few hours and my tummy hurt they started obsessively taking me for walks. I think I counted 246 the evening of the "incident" as they kept telling me to "go potty" but I was done with that for days. So we just keep walking... and walking... and walking...

The only downfall is they now leave me tied up outside when they go out. Yesterday they went to go exploring the beach but ended up spending all day at the Chevy place getting the car fixed. Then they tried to got to the beach but it started raining so they went bowling instead and then brought home some Chinese food and sat on the bed eating it and watching movies. I don't understand why they are no longer sharing food with me? Mom had an accident the same night that I did which involved trying to open a window in the camper, a pitcher getting knocked over and then spilling a wine glass all over the floor that she had just cleaned 697 times after what I did. But she is still allowed to stay in the camper and eat fun food. Life is not fair sometimes!