I should have known we were in for it when my husband picked D'Artagnon for a name and Dart for a nickname. Dart has definately earned his name.
The scariest time was on a camping trip. I woke up in the middle of the night and he wasn't in the tent. I started searching the campground. I didn't know what I was going to do in the middle of the night in a campground. He could have been anywhere. I walked a few campsites down the road and there he was giving another camper a heart attack. He was setting up a tent in the middle of the night, and Dart walked up behind him. I guess the guy got to the campground really late. Can you just imagine the impressiona pyr makes sneaking up behind someone in a campground in the middle of the night. He said he thought for a second it was a ghost dog. Dart was soaking wet, apparently he made a detour throuh the creek before wandering around the campgroun. The other camper was thankfully very nice, and I gathered Dart up, brought him back,
then tied the tent door closed. The man looked familar but it was the middle of the night and I couldn't see well.
The next morning the man walked by our campsite, and it turned out to be a man from our church. We were at a campground an hour from our church, pretty crazy that Dart wound up in his campsite.
When I think how that could have ended I get sick to my stomach. |