Monday, Jul. 15, 2002 - 11:51 p.m.
My first entry about this subject didn't even cover the first day! However, fear not... I didn't do all that much my subsequent days so there are probably going to be 4 or 5 more entries about my trip to TN for Chris's Wedding.
As Thad and Erin, the Lovely Elisa, and I were rocking on the porch of the cabin we had rented with a variety of folks (and believe me they were folks indeed).
Rock, rock, rock for about an hour. and then we heard a sound of tires rolling on the road, and we knew that it had begun. People were arriving, and we had to try and not be the stand offish Northeasterners that we are.
Along came Jen and Jeff, along with their dogs Allie and Campy. Allie is just about the best dog ever! Now, usually I am not a big fan of dogs. I don't really want a pet that needs me to fulfill its existance. Dogs don't know what to do with themselves when their owners aren't around. However, cats don't particularly care if you are around or not. I like that. I need a pet that doesn't really care about me.
Allie makes me want to get a dog. On the other hand, Campy makes me want to invest in holy water and sharpened wooden stakes.
Chris' Father pulls up and looks at Thad and I and says, "I need some help moving a trailer." I peer around the cabin wondering who might help this man, when it dawns on me, that he wants ME to become involved in some sort of manual labor (remember I was trying not to be a stand offish NYer).
I sighed and walked out of the cabin with Thad, Chris' Dad while the women folk did something or other.
The driveway to this cabin is about an 85 degree incline. And of course the trailer that Chris' dad wanted to move the trailer from the top of the incline to the bottom of the incline. I sighed once more, and grabbed the side of the trailer as the other two men grabbed other sections of the trailer and lo we moved it.
As we were moving it, someone had released the hound. That is right Campy was on the loose.
If these words don't strike fear into your heart, well you've not met Campy.
I head barking, and I looked up from my task of moving the trailer and all I saw was fur and teeth. Thad and Chris' Dad felt more than saw the hellhound. Thad was spewing profanities as Campy was taking a bite out of Thad. And then another bite out of Thad. And... yes, Campy takes ANOTHER bite out of Thad. After Campy decided that Thad wasn't the taste she was looking for (he is a vegan afterall) she decided that Chris' dad might be tastey and took a chuck out of his hand.
Thad decided to head for safety as Chris' Dad and I put the trailer away and Campy went off to maul some more people.
Thad and Chris' dad tended their wounds. Jen was informed of of the hell spawn's recent blood lust and she just smiled and said, "That's Campy!" I imagine that Hitler's mother had much the same reaction when Germany invaded Poland. "That's my Adolf!" Of course Mrs. Hitler wouldn't have had a slight southern twang, but I think that is besides the point..
Hitler is usually a good place to end any journal entry. Next up, a description of the various "folks" that were in the cabin.
