Here's an RV story for you....
After our stay at the RV campground in Panama City the weekend before last, we all decided as a family to take a drive east to Mexico Beach and check it out. It would be time for lunch by then and work out perfect to still get home in a timely manner Sunday.
The kids and I immediately ran down to the beach. In our minds, we struck gold! There were seashells by the pound all up and down the beach! millions of them! Back on Panama City Beach we had to hunt for every shell. Here, they were plentiful!
I had this great idea of taking home enough to put around our mailbox to stop the weeds from coming up through. I must have bagged 20-25 pounds of seashells and only within two-square feet of beach!
As the kids and I made our way down the beach looking for that 'perfect find', we saw this padded table left out on the open beach front. No one around. No sign. The kids tried to lay on it and of course I instructed them not to. It wasn't theirs to mess with.
We made our way further down, then, after getting real cold feet, hands and ears, we decided it was time to head back and make some lunch. So we did.
After we were back for a spell, Roger and I were in our RV getting lunch things ready and we heard this commotion outside. We both looked out and saw this very upset man pacing back and forth in front of Roger's dad's RV, grumbling, complaining. Then Roger saw his dad step out of the RV and his stature, he immediately knew that this was not a good thing.
Roger tried to open an ajar window so as to speak to the man to get him to wait for him to come out and the darn window smashed into a million and one pieces! POW! It was like it had been shot!
The man leaves Roger's dad's RV area, walks between the pavilion and our RV where we have our dog hitched with a chain. Don't people know not to walk inside of a chained dog's reach? The dog, protecting his family from this ranting lunatic, tries to bite him. (Good dog, Ben!)
Roger goes flying past me to the outside and confronts the man, asking him to explain to him his problem. The man just sputtered incoherently and repeatedly shook his head in disgust, throwing his arms up every so often for good measure.
When I heard the man start threatening to call the Animal Control, I stuck my head
out the back door and yelled to him, "You know, it is common sense (his own words used about our children) to all people NOT to walk inside of the chain-length of a hitched dog. Common sense." He shook his head and put his hand out as to wipe me away.
Only seconds after the irate man left, another man went up to Roger. (outside of the chain-length) He said, "Don't worry about him, man. He does that to everyone. He's just mean. He's harmless. Just try and pretend it didn't happen."
And we did. The adults stated what each one experienced/heard then that was it.
And Ben, the dog, got a free meatball in good reward for doing his duty.
We stayed for another 45 minutes or so, finished our lunch, took family pictures and fed the seagulls just before leaving. Nothing more came of it.
Roger made a wonderful make-shift window for the trip home. It was still cold outside and we had a 2 1/2 hour road trip ahead of us, but his covering for the window worked great!
And looking at it from the fun-angle, it gives us yet another project to work on the RV with. That's always fun!
The kids and I immediately ran down to the beach. In our minds, we struck gold! There were seashells by the pound all up and down the beach! millions of them! Back on Panama City Beach we had to hunt for every shell. Here, they were plentiful!
I had this great idea of taking home enough to put around our mailbox to stop the weeds from coming up through. I must have bagged 20-25 pounds of seashells and only within two-square feet of beach!
As the kids and I made our way down the beach looking for that 'perfect find', we saw this padded table left out on the open beach front. No one around. No sign. The kids tried to lay on it and of course I instructed them not to. It wasn't theirs to mess with.
We made our way further down, then, after getting real cold feet, hands and ears, we decided it was time to head back and make some lunch. So we did.
After we were back for a spell, Roger and I were in our RV getting lunch things ready and we heard this commotion outside. We both looked out and saw this very upset man pacing back and forth in front of Roger's dad's RV, grumbling, complaining. Then Roger saw his dad step out of the RV and his stature, he immediately knew that this was not a good thing.
Roger tried to open an ajar window so as to speak to the man to get him to wait for him to come out and the darn window smashed into a million and one pieces! POW! It was like it had been shot!
The man leaves Roger's dad's RV area, walks between the pavilion and our RV where we have our dog hitched with a chain. Don't people know not to walk inside of a chained dog's reach? The dog, protecting his family from this ranting lunatic, tries to bite him. (Good dog, Ben!)
Roger goes flying past me to the outside and confronts the man, asking him to explain to him his problem. The man just sputtered incoherently and repeatedly shook his head in disgust, throwing his arms up every so often for good measure.
When I heard the man start threatening to call the Animal Control, I stuck my head
out the back door and yelled to him, "You know, it is common sense (his own words used about our children) to all people NOT to walk inside of the chain-length of a hitched dog. Common sense." He shook his head and put his hand out as to wipe me away.Only seconds after the irate man left, another man went up to Roger. (outside of the chain-length) He said, "Don't worry about him, man. He does that to everyone. He's just mean. He's harmless. Just try and pretend it didn't happen."
And we did. The adults stated what each one experienced/heard then that was it.
And Ben, the dog, got a free meatball in good reward for doing his duty.
We stayed for another 45 minutes or so, finished our lunch, took family pictures and fed the seagulls just before leaving. Nothing more came of it.
Roger made a wonderful make-shift window for the trip home. It was still cold outside and we had a 2 1/2 hour road trip ahead of us, but his covering for the window worked great!
And looking at it from the fun-angle, it gives us yet another project to work on the RV with. That's always fun!
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