Tropical Storm Denny and the Great Steak Caper

Tropical Storm Denny

We were comfortably situated in Baddeck on Cape Breton Island and feeling quite smug having survived the vestages of Hurricane Bill a week ago. Someone mentioned that a tropical storm was weakening off the coast of Nova Scotia so we paid it no heed. About 7 PM Saturday night it started to rain hard and it kept up through 7 AM the next morning. We were on high ground fortunately as the runoff was everywhere low. It was coming down so hard, I made up my mind not to move today and just stay where we were. About 8 AM it just stopped and started getting a bit lighter. So I put the rig on the truck and we headed for Halifax. Suzy noticed another slider leak on the opposite side of the rig, and I made a note to fix it when we stopped. As we drove to Halifax we couldn’t help but notice the lakes and rivers were all at their rims. Lots of puddles everywhere and it was then on the radio we learned we had abooout 5 inches of rain in the previous 12 hours. There was low behind the tropical storm so it heaped it on. So on successive Saturday nights in the Maritimes we had a hurricane and a tropical storm. Good thing we are from the PNW as all this water just made us feel at home. Now if I could only find a Starbucks.

To celebrate the sunshine I picked up a couple of rib steaks to BBQ that evening, along with other provisions (when you are RVing they are called provisions not groceries). We put the groceries in behind the back seat where Jet rides and then rode back to the campground. As I arrived I went to let Jet out and he had a small piece of one of the steaks in his mouth. Further investigation revealed he had eaten all but that small piece after taking the package out of the bag, opening the plastic wrap and consuming even the bones. He has NEVER done anything like this before, always waiting for permission to eat anything. I was pissed and Jet knew he had done something wrong, but I am not sure he knew exactly. Could not believe he did all this without us hearing him. I went back to the store the next day and the rib steaks were not on sale anymore so I ate hamburger and reminded Jet often of his error. He did his best to keep his digestive track calm after the new diet, and only obliged us with a couple days of the skitters.