My very first night in a hammock, I had borrowed a Hennessy bottom entry and slept like a baby. It was summer at about 7:30 am and I was blissfully slumbering sorta on my side, well you know the half back half side sleep, when I felt a breath on my face. BING, wide awake, wait don't move. Then I hear/feel a sniff/snort. Then what ever this thing is starts to lick my nose through the bug net.
I squeeze open one eye and see a bull mastiff, husky, great dane, Marmaduke looking dog licking me on the snout.
I proceeded to string together a dictionary's worth of four letter words together as I'm trying to wrestle my way out of this Hennesey womb to shoo my new friend out of camp.
We pack up and head down the trail to the next campsite (about 3/4 mile) and i see 2 dogs. The owner says Good morning and Marmaduke comes to visit me again. He says, "don't worry about her, she's a big lover". Without missing a beat, i said "I know, i woke up next to her this morning". I got a funny look from both the owner and my buddy.
Experts are the ones who think they know everything. Geniuses are the ones who know they don't.
Gather round your hearts the tinder,
lay the oak and pine together,
kindle all that is within you with a warm and cheerful spirit.