This is the blog for the my ninth long road camping trip with my dogs, this time Donner, his second. I can only imagine that when he takes these trips with me his only thought is: This sure beats being chained to those backyards in Los Angeles.
The minute we arrived at camp, dinner was served for one of us. Mine came later, in the dark. Doesn't the Defender look right at home in this setting? If Defenders have souls, this one is happy and content.
