August 8th Sunday Day 10

While this day actually started at 330 in the  morning, you can see that part of the day on my last post. If you didnt read my last post then stop now and go back to my blog home page and scroll to where you left off. Otherwise this day doesn't make full sense.

We left Edmunston a date later than planned, but happy to be on our way. Today's destination was Shediac NB on the ocean, finally!

Along the way we stopped to pee in the camper, went to a veggie market and put the groceries in the camper and picked up lunch and ate in the camper. All the while being especially careful after losing Baby.

We got to our campsite in Shediac, and Baby was gone. Omgosh, how could we lose him again? We were so careful. He always hides til we are settled and we assumed that was what he did, but we nearly tore the camper apart looking for him.

Tom took the car and went to our last stop where we had lunch (in Shediac) and I sat on the bed and cried again. Where would he be and how could we ever find him?

Then I got a little angry (and so was Tom as he was driving to look for him) if he really was unhappy about being in the camper then I  can help if he bolts for the door, and gets out. We had tried to kennel him but he was like a caged bobcat and we were more concerned that he would do more damage both mentally and physically to homself in the kennel.

But this was the proverbial last straw. If he was gone then so be it. We could only hope he lives a happy life or that someone contacts us via his tattoo and/or chip.

While Tom was gone, I heard a noise and I saw the curtain move in the window. But there is nothing in the window. A few seconds later the curtain moved again and I noticed Highway outside had cocked his head as if he heard the noise too. It sounded like it was under the camper? Tom pulled up and hadnt found any trace of Baby. So when I told him about the noise, we just looked at each other and started searching. From the outside Tom looked in all the crevasses and nothing, but then we looked under the sink pump in the cupboard. The door to the sink was open briefly in the morning when I handed Tom a garbage bag and Baby slipped in there. He rode in there all day long! He was very thirsty and hungry when he got out. The sad part is, it was such a tight spot,  he would have had no where to go. 

He is now grounded every night in a kennel outside and locked in the dog pen. Then he comes in in the evening after we are settled for a couple hours and back in the pen. I dont care if he loses his mind, we are tired of losing ours.

Our camp was South Cove in Shediac and this was an extremely tight camp, the worst yet and 64.40 for the night.

We scrounged what food was ready to eat, neither one of us was hungry.

Today I am grateful for wine, lots of it....and good hearing.

Tomorrow is another day!

Here is a picture of where Baby was for the whole day behind the soap bottle. It was so tight, Tom had to lift and pull drag him out.