[Jeff Niceswanger]

Our first trip to Bowling Green was one I'll never forget. I still chuckle. We arrived late, 10 or 11 ish. Johns dog, Renzie had to go to the bathroom real bad... She was paceing around in our little motorhome, all 22 feet of it, and Renzie's 80 lbs. Doberman Pincher's body was hard to manage. We came to a stop right across from the main bath houses. If you have never been to Bowling Green, their bathroom/shower rooms are top notch. Amy opened the side door and Renzie darted out...like a rocket. Amy freaked as the dog disappeared into the darkness of the pit area. Amazingingly, the big black Dobe came RUNNING back ( that didn't usually happen).It took all of one seconded to realize why....She had been sprayed right in the face by a skunk. She didn't like it any more than we did, and panic quickly hit the Wanger camp. What the heck do we do now! Somebody said, "There's a bathhouse right here ! Lets take her in there." So we drag poor old Renze in the bathhouse for a cleanup. I wasn't in on the action, but I'm told it was quite the scene in there, and LOUD. What they didn't realize, someone was down in one of the stalls taking a nice late night shower. None other than our RFC Preacher. He couldn't see what was going on, only hear it. Afterwards he said when he heard all that racket, and a women's voice, along with that smell, " I'd never been around a women that smelled like that ." LOL LOL