Paradox - Camping with Canines
We once picked up our Golden Retriever, Taz, after a ten day stay in a kennel and he was so hoarse he couldn't bark for well over a week. No, they come with us and we all make the best of it. Seven-year old Taz is lying on the bed watching me as I type this. Our thirteen-year old Samoyed mix, Daisy, is asleep on the floor, oblivious to her surroundings. As long as she's with us, she's happy.
Let's see, how do we differ from the dog owners who spoil our camping experience? Well, for starters, we clean up after our dogs. Always! We know our dogs don't have the intelligence to not dump a load of excrement wherever he or she feels the urge, and if they do happen to pick an inopportune time or location, we always clean up after them. We always carry plastic doggie bags, and most campgrounds have doggie-bag dispensers located around the campgrounds. We walk our dogs in areas where they don't interfere with other campers or their children, and even then we still insure no one will inadvertently discover a fecal reminder of our visit. Taking that little bit of time and making that decision is the responsibility of the pet owner, but unfortunately many dog-owning campers think just like their dogs. Wherever they happen to be when Fido gets the urge to take a dump is just fine with them. Cleaning up after their dogs never crosses their minds. There is no shortage of people who have no consideration of anyone else. There are times I think their dogs just might be smarter.