The next morning it is time to leave. I feed Dawg his breakfast and sneak a few of my items into his backpack as it is getting ridiculously light. We are headed back to the soda cone area for the night and then on to another waterfall.
As we pack, Dawg suns himself and surveys his domain.
I've trained him to pickup his toys and move them out of the way when I vacuum, but teaching him to pack is probably not realistic. However, I have considered teaching him to gather firewood. I'm always a bit envious of him as I complete camp chores.