My night at camp: Fenway Bark

Mom and Dad dropped me off at my new camp facility yesterday. It is in South Boston. They have a pool shaped like a bone. That is just one of the amenities. Dad doesn't like driving to it because he is always lost.

When I checked in they offered roasted duck feet as a room service option, but Mom said no. She's always saying no to stuff. I wanted one of the bigger rooms that offer skype service, but she said no. I wanted to eat cat poop I saw on the dock, she said no.

Here I am outside of Fenway Bark. I'm about to go in and I want Dad to stop taking pictures.