I fully expect to be grossed out by my dogs at least once when I take them on a hiking/camping trip. The usual disgusting acts include: sniffing on a caracas (or two), drinking out of a dark, muddy hole and ripping horrendous farts in the tent.
However, Newtie, a Cairn Terrier, took filthy to a new level while hiking on Butterfield Trail in Arkansas’s Devil’s Den State Park. Newtie found some fresh, yet unidentifiable wild animal scat and went to town rolling in it. When he had sufficiently coated himself, he ran ahead of me, which put me downwind of his rank body. I called him back and investigated his frame: his collar was caked with the chunky dook, his ears and back were streaked with the wild animal’s stanky shit. I considered tying him to a tree and leaving him for the coyotes to clean up. Then, I realized that I’d miss him sometime far into the future. So, I got the Camp Soap out instead.
I transformed the next waterfall pool we came across into a luxurious doggie spa: a tranquil stream running in the background, a massage, clean soap and warm sunshine. We should all be so lucky:
Lesson: keep Camp Soap at the ready. Especially when traveling with filthy terriers.