I like to sleep when I go camping, said Tom intently.

This was the weekend of the annual TBH3 campout. Toss and I were the hares for the trail on Saturday. I was able to make last minute arrangements to go through nearby Caliente Resort, which was nice, and had a long, but decent shiggy-filled trail to the Moose Lodge for lunch. We got to see most of our out-of-town friends and the daiquiri machine was churning all weekend with different concoctions that toss kept putting together. the rest of campout was the usual blend of foam pit dancing, live band, hot tub, afternoon olympic games, and plenty of food and beer (12 kegs in all for the weekend). We had originally planned to head to Naples mid-afternoon to look at a potential pet adoption, however after thinking more about it we were unsure if this particular animal would be a good fit. We're keeping an eye out for other potential German Shepherd dogs and have tried to contact the local Tampa German Shepherd Rescue, but haven't heard anything.