Kodie - The Party Dog

Last night Kodie and I met some fantastic folks from Trail Talk at the Red River Gorge for an evening of fire, conversation, and fresh air.  I half-heartedly stated that I needed to go back to town so I could be at work by 11:30 am, despite the fact that I had brought my sleeping bag and sleeping pad.  

Throughout the evening the realization that I didn't want to go home nor would I, came to pass. The notorious gear-rich Windigrrl offered me her new tent to stay in for the night.  I happily accepted her offer.

After some minor interruptions, Kodie and I dozed within the confines of the tent, eventually listening to the sound of a rain shower delicately tap the rainfly.  

Thanks to Stomper's suggestion, I had set the alarm clock on my cell phone to ensure my early departure.  After three snoozes I began to rustle in my bag not wanting to get up.  Kodie stirred slightly and I began to scratch her lightly.  

Soon she rolled over and put her nose at the zipper.  When I didn't move, she stood.  I lazily said, "Kodie I'm not quite ready to....OH MY GOD YOU'RE GOING TO BARF!"

I jumped up as best I could with my sleeping bag wrapped around my waist turning me into a mermaid and wiggled over to the door.  I quickly wrestled with the zipper, which I'm sure was a comical sight from the outside the tent.  After opening the door I lifted the fly so Kodie could run out into the open before projectile vomit occurred.  She ran under the fly and proceeded to hurl.  

I managed to un-mermaid myself and get my thoughts to together.  My first thought was being thankful that my dog had not yacked in Windigrrl's new tent.  Thank you Lord.  Next I found my shoes and went out to inspect what had made my dog sick.

I chuckled as I found a small pile of partially digested hay lying among the leaves of the forest. The remnants of Kodie's cow dung gorge the day before.

That's my party/farm dog...eat poop 'til you hurl.