The summer was almost over, for me that meant that it was the middle of August (in my mind when September comes it is already fall). I had yet to take my 10 days of summer leave from the office and I was wondering what my options were. I actually had quite a lot of them, I could go to a summer house on the beach that several of my friends had rented, I could go canoeing with some of my college buddies, I could stay home and do nothing but watch movies and play games or go on a fishing trip with my brother-in-law but in the end decided to try something new.
This year for a change I decided to go on a camping trip. I didn’t feel inclined to ask if anybody wanted to come with me. I really felt like I was due for some time for reflection and what better places for inner gazing than next to the fire in the woods with your back to your tent.
This time I decided to take my dog Jingle. He is a 3 year old English Shepherd and I felt bad for leaving him with friends for all my other summer leaves and business trips so this was my chance to make it up to him.
I packed everything I needed for several days in the woods. Batteries for my electronic cigarette and my now antiquated CD player, matches, clothes, mosquito repellents, his traveling kennel (just in case he was getting restless) etc. I did my shopping for food supplies in a supermarket that was conveniently on my way out of the city and get on with the several hours drive to my destination.
I was a bit worried about Jingle, because it was his first time in a real wild forest, but my fears evaporated when we set foot (and paws) on the trail that was going to lead is to our destination. At first he was a bit suspicious towards the surroundings but afterwards he got really excited and happy with the whole situation.
Everything was going according to plan when something unexpected happened. As we were walking suddenly Jingle stopped and then sprang in the nearby bushes and after no more than 3 minutes, in which I was running after him, a painful yowl echoed among the woods. I was worried sick but the situation became clear as I saw him trying to cover his nose and eyes with his paws. Three steps later I could also smell him. Jingle has had a painful and smelly first encounter with a skunk.
Because of that I had to cut my planned camping short. The drive home was not so pleasant although all the windows were down. In the end Jingle was fine although with bruised dignity. Afterwards I decided to spend my holiday home: playing games, watching movies and keeping my dog away from my bed.