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Getting Lost and Mr. McCreepy PantsLet me tell you a story about how glamorous this life is.It was a dark, foggy night. I was walking through the park, staring at my phone like an idiot, just following the trail. I didn't realize the trail was actually going somewhere until I looked up and thought, "Oh crap, I don't know where I'm at."I turned around, and I was a long way from home. Deep in the park. Nothing around for miles. No one to hear me scream. And of course, here comes some guy with two dogs walking toward me. Mr. McCreepy pants.This is why I have Sadie. She's a big girl, part Shar-Pei, part something else, with wrinkles and eyes that judge everyone. She doesn't bark much, but she watches. I tell her, "You eat that fucker's face if he tries anything."So I'm trying to avoid this guy, and I end up walking completely past where I was supposed to turn. Just getting lost once again. "Ding dong." I'm talking to the dog: "Where are you going? We're going this way. It's her fault. She's trying to lead me in the wrong direction."We're wandering through the trees, me pulling the rope, her trying to stop and poop in the middle of nowhere, both of us just trying to find the RV in the fog.That's the reality. It's not a sunset over a mountain. It's getting lost in the woods with your dog, hoping you don't get murdered, and arguing about directions.
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