Actually, Ted took me and the Andy puppy camping overnight; Even although there was an enormous full moon I was frightened because I could smell lots of strange creatures outside the tent. Ted got cross with me at one point about 3am when I walked all over him in the tent in my eagerness to bark at whatever deadly wild animal was outside the canvas.
Turns out it was probably a raccoon because it stole Andy's fishing bait, including the bag!
Oh well, we had a good time and, when Ted wasn't looking, I had a slurp of his beer and a mouthful of his dinner - don't tell him though or he might be upset with me and that would never do.
Andy puppy was very pleased with his fishing prowess and so I was happy for him as I sat on the dock watching his grinning face proudly displaying his catfish. Lucky for us one of the fishing guides was happy to use these catches as bait and so we did not need to keep stinky fish in the tent with us overnight. My doggy olfactory senses would simply not have been able to tolerate that scenario.
