Last weekend I was in the high country. One of the wrangler-guides brought his two Australian Shepherds. I'm always very cautious about dogs I don't know. These two were great with the stock, didn't bark, and stayed out of the way when they needed to.
When we got to camp it was a mess. Heavy snow had crushed two wall tents and it was a lot of work. I went to bed exhausted.
It was rain mixed with snow that night and about an hour after I hit the rack I sensed something was in the tent with me. I could just make out something. I turned on my light and here was this dog, wet, cold and looking pretty unsure about how I would react.
I called him over and petted him and he started wagging his tail. I then took my chaps and threw them on the ground and pulled him onto them to lay down. He snuggled into them and we both slept really well.
We are now friends for life . . .
Trapper
When we got to camp it was a mess. Heavy snow had crushed two wall tents and it was a lot of work. I went to bed exhausted.
It was rain mixed with snow that night and about an hour after I hit the rack I sensed something was in the tent with me. I could just make out something. I turned on my light and here was this dog, wet, cold and looking pretty unsure about how I would react.
I called him over and petted him and he started wagging his tail. I then took my chaps and threw them on the ground and pulled him onto them to lay down. He snuggled into them and we both slept really well.
We are now friends for life . . .
Trapper
