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Occasionally, as we travel the highways, stopping for rest and respite at various RV parks and/or campgrounds, the conduct of fellow campers detracts from the enjoyment of the moment. Way up there on my list of annoyances are “yappy-dogs”. The most recent offense occurred this morning as I stepped outside the rig to greet the new day.

A rather rumply lady was rummaging in the area of the garbage bins at the Mallard Creek RV and Golf Resort. In the background, piercing through the still morning silence was the unmistakable call of the “yappy-dog.” As it increased the volume of its serenade, the lady near the garbage bins repeatedly hollered “No!” in the direction of the offending pooch. (“Pooch” is really too nice a word to use for Y-Ds, which typically resemble large furry rats.)

These “No” commands had zero effect. In actuality, the lady at the garbage bins knew it wouldn’t. This was her mutt, and her commands were but an attempted subterfuge to simply blame it all on her dog. The fact that she had never spent a moment training the dog, choosing instead to empty bags of potato chips in front of the TV, was the real cause of the miscreant mutt. Listening closely to the bark of this dog, it was apparent that it was a chronic Y-D violator. There was a certain hoarseness to the bark. The human condition mirroring this tonal deficit can often be heard emanating from the pie-hole of a semi-toothed, long-term smoker-lady, habituated to frequent evenings of cheap bourbon and/or generic beer.

As luck would have it, the Y-D disappeared within the hour, heading down the road with the rumply lady in her somewhat rumply old rig. Undoubtedly another will arrive soon. Y-Ds are everywhere.

Changing the subject, Janice drew a large crowd at the Corvallis Public library for her Oregon 1859 presentation. “Large” hereabouts means 67 people, many of whom returned home with a copy personally signed by the author..

We moved from the Mallard Creek RV Park to the nearby Waterloo County Park, where we are paying the geezer rate of $15 per night for water and electricity. The ‘savings’ over the $30 Mallard Creek rate served to defray golf fees today, the second round at the Mallard Creek course. We’ve stayed here before and found it to be a good way-station.

We are about 100 feet from the Santiam River (via a bushy, tree covered trail.) Enjoyed reading on the beach yesterday to beat the heat, which was hovering around a muggy 90 degrees.

Hopefully, some pics will be forthcoming.