Had the camper at my in-laws staying there for a couple of days for a treshing show in Pontiac. DW had to work that day and was coming up the next so I am by my self. About midnight or after the dam camper starts shaking like the whole dam thing is going to fall apart. I jump up and look out all the windows and can't see anything or any body so back to bed and about 20 minutes latter the same thing, by god this time I will catch whoever is shaking my camper, shorts on pistol in hand and rip the door open. There stands Rusty with the biggest dog grin you ever saw. He had found a new scratching spot the rear bumper, you got any idea how a camper can shake when a 100 pound AKITA decides to scratch an itch. I think that dog is nothing but muscle and thinks he is a 10 pound lap dog. I finally had to tie him up to get any sleep, he had a pile of winter hair the he had scratched off. we still laugh about it.
