The Season For Smores

We went camping with the crew this weekend and it was a lot of fun. Even our two dogs went. On the top of the table is Carl Dog and me holding Mr. Cash Pugface. On the seat are our good friends with their daughter, our boys' best little friend. Then The Bohemian with the boys and Maya dog at his feet.

The boys were so excited to help Pappa set up camp. Heck, it took us so long to get packed, leave town and drive to the campsite I think they were just excited to finally be there!

All my beautiful boys trekking to the river.

Lil' Spitfire and Pappa test the waters and throw sticks for Maya, who loves the water.

The Bohemian and Carl Dog doing some silliness or other. Yep, they're always this dorky!

No camp out is complete without smores! I help Mr. Golden Curls perfect the art of the burnt marshmallow.

Lil's Spitfire waits on deck.

Finally, Lil' Spitfire gets his turn.

My tiny boy wanted so badly to help Carl Dog carry the giant logs for the fire but was finally satisfied with this one that was just his size.

The second day we took Carl Dog's raft to the river and the boys loved it!

Pug on the rocks. I was really concerned that Mr. Cash would overheat on this trip, since I've heard that happens really easily with Pugs, but he did great and loved it! He even liked the water and got to meet a fellow camping Pug. I'm pretty sure Mr. Cash felt tough!

The second afternoon we were joined by our good friends who have a daughter Mr. Golden Curls' age and Carl Dog broke out another winner, water guns!

The Bohemian with our camping buds.

Mr. Cash had a sweet setup, his cage in the shade under the picnic table. We tried to put him on a run with Maya, didn't work so well!

Though he liked his camping experience, Mr. Cash was glad to be back in the car with the A/C. And both dogs slept like the dead for several days.