Dogs at crags

[Choada_Boy]

As a dog owner: Please leave your dogs at home.

[chirp]

As a dog owner: Please leave your dogs at home.

[genepires]

as a owner of a good dog: Please bring your good dogs to the crag.

[genepires]

 

[video:youtube]

 

 

besides if you leave your dog at home, how will the bisquits of the world find their true calling?

 

thanks DD. I never knew how to imbed that stuff.

Edited September 8, 2012 by genepires

[denalidave]

as a owner of a good dog: Please bring your good dogs to the crag.

[video:youtube]

[tvashtarkatena]

Bring your dog to the beach, too.

 

 

 

[video:youtube]I2MzfWbVUbo

Edited September 8, 2012 by tvashtarkatena

[matt_warfield]

Despite the naysayers, dogs bring a lot to the table when well attended to.

 

At Smith I ran into a dog who was a cross between a Bassett hound and a St. Bernard. (The male was the Bassett). It was very well behaved, ridiculous looking, and the owners treated everything fine.

 

It depends on the dog, the location, and the owners. All three are crucial.

[Plaidman]

I wrote about this once:

 

I would like to say first that it is not a good idea to take the dog when I go rock climbing. That being said I can say that I have done it, and the results have been mixed to say the least. Mostly it is a real pain.

 

For one it is not my dog. I don’t even like pets. They are too much work for the supposed gain. The dog is my wife’s. She loves that dog. I try to pretend that I don’t love it too. It seems to have wormed its way into my heart. Damn it!

The incidents I have had with that dog are the stuff of legend. Legendary patience, which the dog has tested numerous times over the years. Why this dog has not been left in the wilderness or shot by a farmer, I am still amazed and perplexed.

My wife and I were once climbing in a situation where we needed to have two ropes to rappel off a route. So the logical way for my wife to get the rope up to us was to trail it behind her as she climbed the route. I had done all the hard work and led the climb.

As she started up the route she noticed some resistance and looked down to see the dog lying on the rope. It was a nice soft place to lay down and it made perfect sense to the dog. My wife yelled at the dog and then had to roughly yank on the rope to get the dog to move.

 

It wasn’t an easy route to begin with and it wasn’t any easier with the added resistance from the dog. Then the dog started barking like a fiend at us, which was bad as we needed to keep a low profile in the area we were climbing in. The dog missed us.

That was a mild incident. The next one was a bit more infuriating. We were camping in Indian Creek, Utah near the Canyonlands National Park. The dog somehow got off the leash and off she went. When she saw the cows she really took off and started chasing them.

I told my wife. " If a farmer shoots the dog they are in the right. The cows are their livelihood and having a dog chase them all over the place is taking precious fat off the bones of those cows. So your dog may be dead by the end of the day."

I took off after the dog as I saw it as my responsibility to catch the dog if I could. We climbers are supposed to keep a low profile, share the land with the locals and leave no trace. I didn’t want to be the climber that gendered bad blood with the local farmers and thereby cause the climbing community to get a black eye or worse lose the privilege of use of such a beautiful place.

So I took off running after the dog. It must have been 80 or 90 degrees. Let’s just say that it was hot and so was I. I was planning on climbing with my partners that day not chasing some stupid dog.

After I had spent two hours and 5 miles of running around the desert chasing the dog chase the cows. We had managed to go over and through several canyons, fences and rivers. The cows finally run into a box canyon and the dog pinned them in there and started barking. I grabbed the dog and started walking the five miles back to camp.

I was so mad I couldn’t talk. It took me days to get over that fiasco. The trip wasn’t ruined and I had won some “OH honey I love you so much points” for later use in time of need. The dog lived another day to tax my patience yet again.

My wife had gone on vacation and I saw this as an opportunity to take off into the deep woods with my son and his friend. There is a place I wanted to climb that was remote and I thought well it would be good to take the dog out.

 

Well normally when we get out in the woods we will let her off leash and as long as we put her back on before we get to the car it is not a problem. Well there was a problem this time. The dog got scent of the elk and freaked out and didn’t want to come home.

So the chase was on. She would not be caught. So we got in the car and started driving. The dog followed the car. Great. But the dog can’t run over 10 or 15 miles an hour. So on down the road we go. I have no cell phone coverage so I can’t call anyone to let them know what is going on. So after about 3 hours and 8 miles of trying to get the dog to get into the car we had to leave her and drive to a phone to make sure that someone didn’t call out a search for us.

We drove back to a campground where the dog was trying to be caught by some campers in the area. They helped us for hours try to get the dog. Then one of them had the idea that she had some tranquilizers that we could drug the dog with. This sounded great to me so we put them into a hotdog and feed it to the dog. The dog passed out and off we went home.

If this didn’t teach me a lesson it should have. Several months later I needed to go out to a remote climbing area in the deep woods by myself. Again I thought “Poor dog. She really needs to get out. I will take her with me.” Bad idea.

I took her off leash and spent the rest of the day trying to get her back. I finished my task and started home and still couldn’t get the dog. I did the drive down the road thing again and the dog followed slowly. I didn’t have cell phone reception again and didn’t have it for over 35 miles. I drove 5 miles an hour for 7 hours. Every once in a while I would open the door and yell to the dog “Are you ready to get into the car?”. She wasn't. It was awful.

 

Finally I got to a place where I could call my wife and have her drive out to meet us. When she got there the dog ran right up to her and jumped into the car.

I don't even think about taking the dog to Smith Rock. Too many people and the area is not really dog friendly. This is an area where a dog could be a nuisance to other climbers. The regulations require that dogs must be on a leash at all times, Dogs can not be tied up to a tree or rock.

So the moral of the story is:

Don’t take dogs out to climbing areas.

And if you do make sure you watch them so they don’t bother other climbers and or area livestock.

Always keep them on a leash.

And if they can’t be trusted around other people, leave them at home.

 

I have all kinds of points saved up now with my wife. So if I want to go on a climbing trip or go do something with the guys. All I have to say is DOG.

D-O-O-O-O-O-G.

[ivan]

I wrote about this once:

 

I would like to say first that it is not a good idea to take the dog when I go rock climbing. That being said I can say that I have done it, and the results have been mixed to say the least. Mostly it is a real pain.

 

For one it is not my dog. I don’t even like pets. They are too much work for the supposed gain. The dog is my wife’s. She loves that dog. I try to pretend that I don’t love it too. It seems to have wormed its way into my heart. Damn it!

The incidents I have had with that dog are the stuff of legend. Legendary patience, which the dog has tested numerous times over the years. Why this dog has not been left in the wilderness or shot by a farmer, I am still amazed and perplexed.

My wife and I were once climbing in a situation where we needed to have two ropes to rappel off a route. So the logical way for my wife to get the rope up to us was to trail it behind her as she climbed the route. I had done all the hard work and led the climb.

As she started up the route she noticed some resistance and looked down to see the dog lying on the rope. It was a nice soft place to lay down and it made perfect sense to the dog. My wife yelled at the dog and then had to roughly yank on the rope to get the dog to move.

 

It wasn’t an easy route to begin with and it wasn’t any easier with the added resistance from the dog. Then the dog started barking like a fiend at us, which was bad as we needed to keep a low profile in the area we were climbing in. The dog missed us.

That was a mild incident. The next one was a bit more infuriating. We were camping in Indian Creek, Utah near the Canyonlands National Park. The dog somehow got off the leash and off she went. When she saw the cows she really took off and started chasing them.

I told my wife. " If a farmer shoots the dog they are in the right. The cows are their livelihood and having a dog chase them all over the place is taking precious fat off the bones of those cows. So your dog may be dead by the end of the day."

I took off after the dog as I saw it as my responsibility to catch the dog if I could. We climbers are supposed to keep a low profile, share the land with the locals and leave no trace. I didn’t want to be the climber that gendered bad blood with the local farmers and thereby cause the climbing community to get a black eye or worse lose the privilege of use of such a beautiful place.

So I took off running after the dog. It must have been 80 or 90 degrees. Let’s just say that it was hot and so was I. I was planning on climbing with my partners that day not chasing some stupid dog.

After I had spent two hours and 5 miles of running around the desert chasing the dog chase the cows. We had managed to go over and through several canyons, fences and rivers. The cows finally run into a box canyon and the dog pinned them in there and started barking. I grabbed the dog and started walking the five miles back to camp.

I was so mad I couldn’t talk. It took me days to get over that fiasco. The trip wasn’t ruined and I had won some “OH honey I love you so much points” for later use in time of need. The dog lived another day to tax my patience yet again.

My wife had gone on vacation and I saw this as an opportunity to take off into the deep woods with my son and his friend. There is a place I wanted to climb that was remote and I thought well it would be good to take the dog out.

 

Well normally when we get out in the woods we will let her off leash and as long as we put her back on before we get to the car it is not a problem. Well there was a problem this time. The dog got scent of the elk and freaked out and didn’t want to come home.

So the chase was on. She would not be caught. So we got in the car and started driving. The dog followed the car. Great. But the dog can’t run over 10 or 15 miles an hour. So on down the road we go. I have no cell phone coverage so I can’t call anyone to let them know what is going on. So after about 3 hours and 8 miles of trying to get the dog to get into the car we had to leave her and drive to a phone to make sure that someone didn’t call out a search for us.

We drove back to a campground where the dog was trying to be caught by some campers in the area. They helped us for hours try to get the dog. Then one of them had the idea that she had some tranquilizers that we could drug the dog with. This sounded great to me so we put them into a hotdog and feed it to the dog. The dog passed out and off we went home.

If this didn’t teach me a lesson it should have. Several months later I needed to go out to a remote climbing area in the deep woods by myself. Again I thought “Poor dog. She really needs to get out. I will take her with me.” Bad idea.

I took her off leash and spent the rest of the day trying to get her back. I finished my task and started home and still couldn’t get the dog. I did the drive down the road thing again and the dog followed slowly. I didn’t have cell phone reception again and didn’t have it for over 35 miles. I drove 5 miles an hour for 7 hours. Every once in a while I would open the door and yell to the dog “Are you ready to get into the car?”. She wasn't. It was awful.

 

Finally I got to a place where I could call my wife and have her drive out to meet us. When she got there the dog ran right up to her and jumped into the car.

I don't even think about taking the dog to Smith Rock. Too many people and the area is not really dog friendly. This is an area where a dog could be a nuisance to other climbers. The regulations require that dogs must be on a leash at all times, Dogs can not be tied up to a tree or rock.

So the moral of the story is:

Don’t take dogs out to climbing areas.

And if you do make sure you watch them so they don’t bother other climbers and or area livestock.

Always keep them on a leash.

And if they can’t be trusted around other people, leave them at home.

 

I have all kinds of points saved up now with my wife. So if I want to go on a climbing trip or go do something with the guys. All I have to say is DOG.

D-O-O-O-O-O-G.

shameless violation of the 100-character rule of spray

[genepires]

I wrote about this once:

 

I would like to say first that it is not a good idea to take the dog when I go rock climbing. That being said I can say that I have done it, and the results have been mixed to say the least. Mostly it is a real pain.

 

For one it is not my dog. I don’t even like pets. They are too much work for the supposed gain. The dog is my wife’s. She loves that dog. I try to pretend that I don’t love it too. It seems to have wormed its way into my heart. Damn it!

The incidents I have had with that dog are the stuff of legend. Legendary patience, which the dog has tested numerous times over the years. Why this dog has not been left in the wilderness or shot by a farmer, I am still amazed and perplexed.

My wife and I were once climbing in a situation where we needed to have two ropes to rappel off a route. So the logical way for my wife to get the rope up to us was to trail it behind her as she climbed the route. I had done all the hard work and led the climb.

As she started up the route she noticed some resistance and looked down to see the dog lying on the rope. It was a nice soft place to lay down and it made perfect sense to the dog. My wife yelled at the dog and then had to roughly yank on the rope to get the dog to move.

 

It wasn’t an easy route to begin with and it wasn’t any easier with the added resistance from the dog. Then the dog started barking like a fiend at us, which was bad as we needed to keep a low profile in the area we were climbing in. The dog missed us.

That was a mild incident. The next one was a bit more infuriating. We were camping in Indian Creek, Utah near the Canyonlands National Park. The dog somehow got off the leash and off she went. When she saw the cows she really took off and started chasing them.

I told my wife. " If a farmer shoots the dog they are in the right. The cows are their livelihood and having a dog chase them all over the place is taking precious fat off the bones of those cows. So your dog may be dead by the end of the day."

I took off after the dog as I saw it as my responsibility to catch the dog if I could. We climbers are supposed to keep a low profile, share the land with the locals and leave no trace. I didn’t want to be the climber that gendered bad blood with the local farmers and thereby cause the climbing community to get a black eye or worse lose the privilege of use of such a beautiful place.

So I took off running after the dog. It must have been 80 or 90 degrees. Let’s just say that it was hot and so was I. I was planning on climbing with my partners that day not chasing some stupid dog.

After I had spent two hours and 5 miles of running around the desert chasing the dog chase the cows. We had managed to go over and through several canyons, fences and rivers. The cows finally run into a box canyon and the dog pinned them in there and started barking. I grabbed the dog and started walking the five miles back to camp.

I was so mad I couldn’t talk. It took me days to get over that fiasco. The trip wasn’t ruined and I had won some “OH honey I love you so much points” for later use in time of need. The dog lived another day to tax my patience yet again.

My wife had gone on vacation and I saw this as an opportunity to take off into the deep woods with my son and his friend. There is a place I wanted to climb that was remote and I thought well it would be good to take the dog out.

 

Well normally when we get out in the woods we will let her off leash and as long as we put her back on before we get to the car it is not a problem. Well there was a problem this time. The dog got scent of the elk and freaked out and didn’t want to come home.

So the chase was on. She would not be caught. So we got in the car and started driving. The dog followed the car. Great. But the dog can’t run over 10 or 15 miles an hour. So on down the road we go. I have no cell phone coverage so I can’t call anyone to let them know what is going on. So after about 3 hours and 8 miles of trying to get the dog to get into the car we had to leave her and drive to a phone to make sure that someone didn’t call out a search for us.

We drove back to a campground where the dog was trying to be caught by some campers in the area. They helped us for hours try to get the dog. Then one of them had the idea that she had some tranquilizers that we could drug the dog with. This sounded great to me so we put them into a hotdog and feed it to the dog. The dog passed out and off we went home.

If this didn’t teach me a lesson it should have. Several months later I needed to go out to a remote climbing area in the deep woods by myself. Again I thought “Poor dog. She really needs to get out. I will take her with me.” Bad idea.

I took her off leash and spent the rest of the day trying to get her back. I finished my task and started home and still couldn’t get the dog. I did the drive down the road thing again and the dog followed slowly. I didn’t have cell phone reception again and didn’t have it for over 35 miles. I drove 5 miles an hour for 7 hours. Every once in a while I would open the door and yell to the dog “Are you ready to get into the car?”. She wasn't. It was awful.

 

Finally I got to a place where I could call my wife and have her drive out to meet us. When she got there the dog ran right up to her and jumped into the car.

I don't even think about taking the dog to Smith Rock. Too many people and the area is not really dog friendly. This is an area where a dog could be a nuisance to other climbers. The regulations require that dogs must be on a leash at all times, Dogs can not be tied up to a tree or rock.

So the moral of the story is:

Don’t take dogs out to climbing areas.

And if you do make sure you watch them so they don’t bother other climbers and or area livestock.

Always keep them on a leash.

And if they can’t be trusted around other people, leave them at home.

 

I have all kinds of points saved up now with my wife. So if I want to go on a climbing trip or go do something with the guys. All I have to say is DOG.

D-O-O-O-O-O-G.

shameless violation of the 100-character rule of spray

 

and it sounds like a dog that should stay at home. but the existence of some "bad dogs" doesn't prove that all dogs should stay at home.

[Plaidman]

That dog is not bad. It's just stupid. My preference is to leave it at home. Sometimes I get overruled by the Adventure Queen.

[Plaidman]

shameless violation of the 100-character rule of spray

 

Think of it more as a TR of stupid shit I have done to myself.

[ivan]

shameless violation of the 100-character rule of spray

 

Think of it more as a TR of stupid shit I have done to myself.

you're a solid nice guy - as for myself, a dog could do that to me once - once.

[tvashtarkatena]

In one day Willi the Party Dog chewed through my altimeter, pack waist buckle, ski pole strap buckle, and harness leg loop buckles. That was his opus, before he destroyed my leather furniture and floors.

 

That dog definitely made me a better person.

 

 

[AlpineK]

I wrote about this once:

 

I would like to say first that it is not a good idea to take the dog when I go rock climbing. That being said I can say that I have done it, and the results have been mixed to say the least. Mostly it is a real pain.

 

For one it is not my dog. I don’t even like pets. They are too much work for the supposed gain. The dog is my wife’s. She loves that dog. I try to pretend that I don’t love it too. It seems to have wormed its way into my heart. Damn it!

The incidents I have had with that dog are the stuff of legend. Legendary patience, which the dog has tested numerous times over the years. Why this dog has not been left in the wilderness or shot by a farmer, I am still amazed and perplexed.

My wife and I were once climbing in a situation where we needed to have two ropes to rappel off a route. So the logical way for my wife to get the rope up to us was to trail it behind her as she climbed the route. I had done all the hard work and led the climb.

As she started up the route she noticed some resistance and looked down to see the dog lying on the rope. It was a nice soft place to lay down and it made perfect sense to the dog. My wife yelled at the dog and then had to roughly yank on the rope to get the dog to move.

 

It wasn’t an easy route to begin with and it wasn’t any easier with the added resistance from the dog. Then the dog started barking like a fiend at us, which was bad as we needed to keep a low profile in the area we were climbing in. The dog missed us.

That was a mild incident. The next one was a bit more infuriating. We were camping in Indian Creek, Utah near the Canyonlands National Park. The dog somehow got off the leash and off she went. When she saw the cows she really took off and started chasing them.

I told my wife. " If a farmer shoots the dog they are in the right. The cows are their livelihood and having a dog chase them all over the place is taking precious fat off the bones of those cows. So your dog may be dead by the end of the day."

I took off after the dog as I saw it as my responsibility to catch the dog if I could. We climbers are supposed to keep a low profile, share the land with the locals and leave no trace. I didn’t want to be the climber that gendered bad blood with the local farmers and thereby cause the climbing community to get a black eye or worse lose the privilege of use of such a beautiful place.

So I took off running after the dog. It must have been 80 or 90 degrees. Let’s just say that it was hot and so was I. I was planning on climbing with my partners that day not chasing some stupid dog.

After I had spent two hours and 5 miles of running around the desert chasing the dog chase the cows. We had managed to go over and through several canyons, fences and rivers. The cows finally run into a box canyon and the dog pinned them in there and started barking. I grabbed the dog and started walking the five miles back to camp.

I was so mad I couldn’t talk. It took me days to get over that fiasco. The trip wasn’t ruined and I had won some “OH honey I love you so much points” for later use in time of need. The dog lived another day to tax my patience yet again.

My wife had gone on vacation and I saw this as an opportunity to take off into the deep woods with my son and his friend. There is a place I wanted to climb that was remote and I thought well it would be good to take the dog out.

 

Well normally when we get out in the woods we will let her off leash and as long as we put her back on before we get to the car it is not a problem. Well there was a problem this time. The dog got scent of the elk and freaked out and didn’t want to come home.

So the chase was on. She would not be caught. So we got in the car and started driving. The dog followed the car. Great. But the dog can’t run over 10 or 15 miles an hour. So on down the road we go. I have no cell phone coverage so I can’t call anyone to let them know what is going on. So after about 3 hours and 8 miles of trying to get the dog to get into the car we had to leave her and drive to a phone to make sure that someone didn’t call out a search for us.

We drove back to a campground where the dog was trying to be caught by some campers in the area. They helped us for hours try to get the dog. Then one of them had the idea that she had some tranquilizers that we could drug the dog with. This sounded great to me so we put them into a hotdog and feed it to the dog. The dog passed out and off we went home.

If this didn’t teach me a lesson it should have. Several months later I needed to go out to a remote climbing area in the deep woods by myself. Again I thought “Poor dog. She really needs to get out. I will take her with me.” Bad idea.

I took her off leash and spent the rest of the day trying to get her back. I finished my task and started home and still couldn’t get the dog. I did the drive down the road thing again and the dog followed slowly. I didn’t have cell phone reception again and didn’t have it for over 35 miles. I drove 5 miles an hour for 7 hours. Every once in a while I would open the door and yell to the dog “Are you ready to get into the car?”. She wasn't. It was awful.

 

Finally I got to a place where I could call my wife and have her drive out to meet us. When she got there the dog ran right up to her and jumped into the car.

I don't even think about taking the dog to Smith Rock. Too many people and the area is not really dog friendly. This is an area where a dog could be a nuisance to other climbers. The regulations require that dogs must be on a leash at all times, Dogs can not be tied up to a tree or rock.

So the moral of the story is:

Don’t take dogs out to climbing areas.

And if you do make sure you watch them so they don’t bother other climbers and or area livestock.

Always keep them on a leash.

And if they can’t be trusted around other people, leave them at home.

 

I have all kinds of points saved up now with my wife. So if I want to go on a climbing trip or go do something with the guys. All I have to say is DOG.

D-O-O-O-O-O-G.

shameless violation of the 100-character rule of spray

 

Yep, but it is a good story that makes a point

[genepires]

That dog is not bad. It's just stupid. My preference is to leave it at home. Sometimes I get overruled by the Adventure Queen.

 

my bad. I meant a "bad crag dog" and not "bad dog"

 

tvash's dog is just a plain ole bad dog.

Edited September 9, 2012 by genepires

[denalidave]

I wrote about this once:

 

I would like to say first that it is not a good idea to take the dog when I go rock climbing. That being said I can say that I have done it, and the results have been mixed to say the least. Mostly it is a real pain.

 

For one it is not my dog. I don’t even like pets. They are too much work for the supposed gain. The dog is my wife’s. She loves that dog. I try to pretend that I don’t love it too. It seems to have wormed its way into my heart. Damn it!

The incidents I have had with that dog are the stuff of legend. Legendary patience, which the dog has tested numerous times over the years. Why this dog has not been left in the wilderness or shot by a farmer, I am still amazed and perplexed.

My wife and I were once climbing in a situation where we needed to have two ropes to rappel off a route. So the logical way for my wife to get the rope up to us was to trail it behind her as she climbed the route. I had done all the hard work and led the climb.

As she started up the route she noticed some resistance and looked down to see the dog lying on the rope. It was a nice soft place to lay down and it made perfect sense to the dog. My wife yelled at the dog and then had to roughly yank on the rope to get the dog to move.

 

It wasn’t an easy route to begin with and it wasn’t any easier with the added resistance from the dog. Then the dog started barking like a fiend at us, which was bad as we needed to keep a low profile in the area we were climbing in. The dog missed us.

That was a mild incident. The next one was a bit more infuriating. We were camping in Indian Creek, Utah near the Canyonlands National Park. The dog somehow got off the leash and off she went. When she saw the cows she really took off and started chasing them.

I told my wife. " If a farmer shoots the dog they are in the right. The cows are their livelihood and having a dog chase them all over the place is taking precious fat off the bones of those cows. So your dog may be dead by the end of the day."

I took off after the dog as I saw it as my responsibility to catch the dog if I could. We climbers are supposed to keep a low profile, share the land with the locals and leave no trace. I didn’t want to be the climber that gendered bad blood with the local farmers and thereby cause the climbing community to get a black eye or worse lose the privilege of use of such a beautiful place.

So I took off running after the dog. It must have been 80 or 90 degrees. Let’s just say that it was hot and so was I. I was planning on climbing with my partners that day not chasing some stupid dog.

After I had spent two hours and 5 miles of running around the desert chasing the dog chase the cows. We had managed to go over and through several canyons, fences and rivers. The cows finally run into a box canyon and the dog pinned them in there and started barking. I grabbed the dog and started walking the five miles back to camp.

I was so mad I couldn’t talk. It took me days to get over that fiasco. The trip wasn’t ruined and I had won some “OH honey I love you so much points” for later use in time of need. The dog lived another day to tax my patience yet again.

My wife had gone on vacation and I saw this as an opportunity to take off into the deep woods with my son and his friend. There is a place I wanted to climb that was remote and I thought well it would be good to take the dog out.

 

Well normally when we get out in the woods we will let her off leash and as long as we put her back on before we get to the car it is not a problem. Well there was a problem this time. The dog got scent of the elk and freaked out and didn’t want to come home.

So the chase was on. She would not be caught. So we got in the car and started driving. The dog followed the car. Great. But the dog can’t run over 10 or 15 miles an hour. So on down the road we go. I have no cell phone coverage so I can’t call anyone to let them know what is going on. So after about 3 hours and 8 miles of trying to get the dog to get into the car we had to leave her and drive to a phone to make sure that someone didn’t call out a search for us.

We drove back to a campground where the dog was trying to be caught by some campers in the area. They helped us for hours try to get the dog. Then one of them had the idea that she had some tranquilizers that we could drug the dog with. This sounded great to me so we put them into a hotdog and feed it to the dog. The dog passed out and off we went home.

If this didn’t teach me a lesson it should have. Several months later I needed to go out to a remote climbing area in the deep woods by myself. Again I thought “Poor dog. She really needs to get out. I will take her with me.” Bad idea.

I took her off leash and spent the rest of the day trying to get her back. I finished my task and started home and still couldn’t get the dog. I did the drive down the road thing again and the dog followed slowly. I didn’t have cell phone reception again and didn’t have it for over 35 miles. I drove 5 miles an hour for 7 hours. Every once in a while I would open the door and yell to the dog “Are you ready to get into the car?”. She wasn't. It was awful.

 

Finally I got to a place where I could call my wife and have her drive out to meet us. When she got there the dog ran right up to her and jumped into the car.

I don't even think about taking the dog to Smith Rock. Too many people and the area is not really dog friendly. This is an area where a dog could be a nuisance to other climbers. The regulations require that dogs must be on a leash at all times, Dogs can not be tied up to a tree or rock.

So the moral of the story is:

Don’t take dogs out to climbing areas.

And if you do make sure you watch them so they don’t bother other climbers and or area livestock.

Always keep them on a leash.

And if they can’t be trusted around other people, leave them at home.

 

I have all kinds of points saved up now with my wife. So if I want to go on a climbing trip or go do something with the guys. All I have to say is DOG.

D-O-O-O-O-O-G.

shameless violation of the 100-character rule of spray

And a good example of the dog running the "master"...

[Rad]

There are no bad dogs, only bad dog owners.

[JasonG]

At birth, maybe. After that, I've certainly been bitten by some bad dogs. I don't really care what made them that way.

[Rad]

At birth, maybe. After that, I've certainly been bitten by some bad dogs. I don't really care what made them that way.

 

Close, but what is meant is that almost any dog can be trained properly and behave well. Conversely, almost any dog can be problematic in the hands of an inept owner. Owners are almost always the root cause for the bad behaviors of their dogs. Cats are a completely different story.

[tvashtarkatena]

Willi's not a bad dog! He just loves certain smells and tastes so much that he can't resist. Not that he needs to, cuz he doesn't live with me anymore, thank Jebus.

[genepires]

Willi's not a bad dog! He just loves certain smells and tastes so much that he can't resist. Not that he needs to, cuz he doesn't live with me anymore, thank Jebus.

 

OK. If I lived in a house with everything inside was made of bacon, I would chew on the furniture too.

[Plaidman]

Cats are a completely different story.

 

That's it!!!! I am bringing my cat to the crag!

[Off_White]

as a owner of a good dog: Please bring your good dogs to the crag.

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Biscuit? He got et by a cougar. RIP.

 

My dogs come to my crag, as in on my property, and most folks have figured out they need to guard their socks and sandwiches. I'd never bring them to the crags though, that would detract from the fun.

 

I took a half paralyzed cat to Squamish once, it would have been better to leave him at home but I had no one to squeeze the pee out of him twice a day.

[G-spotter]

I took a half paralyzed cat to Squamish once, it would have been better to leave him at home but I had no one to squeeze the pee out of him twice a day.

 

You could sell him as a living wineskin to Dean Potter