The Great Vacation By: Kaity

I have a dog, and her name is Patchy. She belongs to me and my sister. Our dog is only one year old. We had a lot of changes with it. It was a lot of fun, until we had to pack for vacation. We packed all our belongings, including Patchy, and we were on our way to an amusement park and campsite in Pennsylvania. It was twenty miles till we got there. That's why my mom packed a lunch for us. We ate all of it. Then we saw a Yogi Bear sign. We shouted, "Whoooooo!" We jumped out of the car. Dad asked, "What do you want to do first?" Of course we said "Waterslides"! Mom and Dad said "OK", so we went. They said we had to grab a mat first. My sister, my mom, and I stayed there for about two hours, while Dad stayed at the campsite with Patchy. We dried off and went back to the campsite. We were surprised Dad actually had a fire ready for us to roast hot dogs. It was our last day to camp, so that's what made me sad. We roasted hot dogs and put them on a plate. We turned around for six seconds. Next thing you know, the hot dogs were gone! We looked at the dog. She was eating a hot dog! So we just went to bed. The next morning, we woke up and packed. We finished packing and went home. That was a great vacation.