Creepy McCreepster

Sorry about my slow posting lately. My real life is getting in the way of my blog and dog lives(don't you just hate when that happens?)

At Paducah, we stayed at Motel 6 - my first experience at this chain. I was pleasently surprised at the quality of the room. It wasn't Embassy Suites, but then neither was the price. The best part was that we had a grassy area right outside our door which the other dog show people staying at the hotel used as a gathering spot in the evenings. We grabbed chairs from the pool deck, beers from the coolers and had a grand time talking about courses, judges, venues, dogs, and of course other handlers. (Yes, that is an ice pack on my knee)

However, taking a little charm away from the evening was another guest that we'll call Creepy McCreepster. This man hung out in the pool end nearest us and stared at Sarah constantly. He didn't just look, he stared in a Charlie Manson sort of way, giving us all the creeps.

At first we tried staring back at him, thinking this would make him look away, but it didn't. Even Diane's best staredown had no effect.

I got out a sheet and threw it over the fence behind Sarah, but then he started saying little things behind the sheet, from the pool. Like "ohhhh" "hey!" "what's up" just trying to get her attention. Even after Chris yelled out that she was only 15 (she's not) he kept it up. Eventually, he needed a smoke break and went inside, only to return a few minutes later. We didn't see him on Saturday, but it did give us the creeps the rest of the time we were there. It made us wish we had brought Jake. He's had experience protecting Sarah, but that's a story for some other time.