Woof woke up curled in a circle like a little throw pillow that had somehow been left in the middle of a campsite. There was a tiny dog-sized tent for him, but the night had been so nice that he had carefully tamped down a patch of grass and made a nest for himself under the stars instead.
Just as Woof was stretching luxuriously (his favorite just-woke-up ritual), Wilma came out of the big tent next to his little one. She obligingly scratched the scruff of his neck, untied him from the lead, and let him bound off towards the woods.
Woof found the woods fascinating. There were tons of interesting smells and so many unfamiliar animals had left trails! He sniffed around until he found the perfect spot to relieve himself. Finding the right spot was always interesting - it had to be prominent, but not where someone else had gone recently, and it had to send the right message. This morning, Woof was confident that he had made the perfect choice of spots.
A hint of a scent caught his attention and Woof turned his head to get a better whiff of it. What was that? It was back where all the humans were. The wind shifted and suddenly the smell was crisp and strong. Woof knew exactly what it was! Bacon! Someone was cooking bacon!
Holding his nose in the air and sniffing intently, Woof followed the enticing smell. His nose carried him across the campsite, past the group of giggling girls, past Odlaw digging through a pack for a can of paint, past the man pulling on skis over his heavy snow boots. He found his way all the way to the side of a woman frying bacon at one of the campfires. He wagged his tail at the woman and looked as cute and starving as he could possibly manage. She laughed, tossing him a scrap of the aromatic meat.
What a fantastic way to start the day!