We stayed at a family owned campground in Burns with many other RVs once again. We made quesadillas for dinner and called it an early night because there were no fires aloud. Understandable because Oregon had just gotten over those awful fires.
When we where going to bed we were greeted by the park owners black lab, presumably out for her nightly duties. She was very friendly and wanted to come into the tent badly, man she would have kept us warm. But in the distance you could hear her owner yelling "Roxy, Roxy" and then she scurried away. In the morning we were woken by Roxy's silhouette, nose pressed against the tent, and whimpering. Guess she liked us!