We found our dog while on a Boy Scout campout. He had been on his own for some time, surviving in part by digging through fire pits for scraps. He hung out with us because the boys were sharing their snacks with him. At the end of the weekend, he chased each car as they left the campground. We were the last ones left, and my husband held open the car door and said, ‘let’s go.’ He jumped right in and came home with us. That was over 5 years ago, and ‘Camper’ has become a beloved member of our family.