Then Came the Dog that Ate the Kid
First day of JewCamp is now complete. Both Beernut and Poppyseed spent the afternoon and evening in session and are back in Faculty Row. Sleeping.
Peach’s day had a rockier start.
Drop-off at Camp Katan was nowhere near as smooth as it ought to have been. Things were going just swell until the camp dog, Angel, stopped by for a brief visit. Peach, who has a deep-rooted fear of dogs, leapt into my arms. Not an unremarkable feat given that it was about 15 inches off the ground. Poor kid.
The rest of the day was perfect for him. Fun times in Katan. Delicious shluffie. T’fillah by the lake. And spaghetti for dinner.
Until…Angel brushed past him in the Chadar Ochel. That was Peach’s undoing. Never have I felt his little three-year-old body tremble so fiercely.
To the best of my knowledge, there is no canine trauma in Peach’s past. However, when I asked him why he was so afraid of the little dog, he said that he was afraid the dog was going to eat him.