True story.
So when I was a youngin', my family took an epic camping trip. Not as epic as the camping trip that makes up most of the last book, but it was pretty darn exciting. I don't remember much of it. Well bits and pieces, but certainly the most vivid memory of this trip was reading the latest Harry Potter book at the time. Since it was summer, it had just released before we hit the road, and if I remember correctly my brother and I had to share a copy. It doesn't matter who was reading it really, just what happened one day...
My parents like wine. Who doesn't though? As an adult now, I can attest that I also am a fan. However, we were young kids who did not part-take for obvious reasons, and when my parents chose to visit a winery near the campground we agreed to tag along anyway because we definitely weren't going to be left behind at the camp by ourselves. Anywho, my parents are inside the winery and the weather being nice my brother, our dog, and I stay in the van. The dog, the legendary Fudge-- a chocolate cocker spaniel that could not have been any more high maintenance even without having the crazy long hair-- suffered from separation anxiety. He wanted to find our parents, while we were quite content to just read. Well, the windows had been rolled down in the van, because my parents are not cruel, and Fudge takes it upon himself to escape by jumping through said window.
My brother and I both quickly get out of the van and start to try to corral poor Fudge and get him back inside. But before we can, two big bulky lab-sized dogs show up, and start chasing Fudge around the van, who for the record does not enjoy other dogs at all. And at this point I sympathize with him and am convinced these bigger dogs want to eat him. I run like the wind and grab Fudge, while yelling at my brother to get in the van. I swing open the door with one hand, Fudge flailing about in my arms, and make a dash for safety. But I bang my head against the top of the door frame and fall back letting go of Fudge. He doesn't get very far, and I pick him up and manage to get inside. (Meanwhile, I later learn that on the other side of the van in what I thought was surely danger, my brother is petting one of the lab-like dogs, who had been barking "play!" not "kill!". Silly me...)
Fudge and I are safe. My brother gets in the car sure enough, and in the chaos and fear that my poor dog had experienced he just starts to take a dump...on our brand new hard cover copy of Harry Potter (and probably the Goblet of Fire. The green one?) SO gross. And so upsetting as a young kid who prizes books above all else. And one shitty present for saving the day. (Heh, puns.)
Thank goodness for dust jackets, amiright???
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