Last week, I was on vacation at a campground in the beautiful Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania. I have a seasonal site where it's an amazing getaway from the stress of life and the beer is plentiful.

The first part of the week was a busy one since I decided to trade in my camper (or as some call it a 'trailer') for a new one, and go in debt just a bit more. Taking all the crap I've collected over the years out of the old camper and putting it all back, minus a few things that were just junk, took a few days.

On Friday, everything was in its place so I took a short drive into one of the local towns to pick up a couple of things. As you may or may not know, I have been adopting Greyhounds for the past 15 years or so, and always take them to the campground.

Well, this new model needs a good slam of the main door apparently, otherwise it doesn't latch. My Greyhound figured that out, and while I was gone, escaped from the camper. Many of our camping friends tried to catch him, but being afraid of people and golf carts, it just made him run more.

I was called, got back quickly, and started the search for what I feared would be a lost cause. Once a Greyhound takes off, many times it's a one-way trip, unfortunately, and they are hard to catch. Greyhounds can run up to 45 mph at peak fitness. But lucky for me, one of the employees of the campground saw him. I called his name, tried everything I could think of, and he wouldn't even let me get more than 30 yards close.

Through thick woods and then a cow pasture we went, in 90-degree heat. That pasture was full of holes from the cows trampling through it, which caused my Greyhound and me to continually stumble as we kept moving. He saw me, but kept walking away, which made it difficult to get any closer.

Finally, as he got closer to the edge of the cow pasture, there were several cows milling about, and my Greyhound stopped in fear and exhaustion. As I talked to him softly, he let me get close enough to grab the collar and lead him back to the campground.

That was an adventure I will be happy not to repeat. Thankfully, my Greyhound is fine, but I'm still exhausted and mentally drained from that ordeal. So much for a relaxing vacation.