[1rudeboy]

Yes, but would you smell like a wet hippie, and a wet dog, just to replicate that photo? I would, in a heartbeat.

[FLAMING DEATH]

I grew to love the smell of wet dog. My yellow lab Katie and I spent a lot of time on the river in the summers. Once a few of us made a "canoe convoy". We all stopped to camp on an island for the night. I threw up a tarp and put my sleeping bag under it, and Katie dug a bed right beside me.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, she began barking furiously and ran to the upstream end of the island. She was gone for about 5 minutes, and came back panting. This happened about four more times that night. Don't know if something was actually up there, or the gurgling of the water was making her hear things, but she sure thought she was defending the camp. She kept us all up for most of the night.

Next day, we got up and broke camp. Just as I put the last of the stuff in the canoe, I told Katie to get in.

She walked down the bank, stopped at the edge of the river, looked upstream to where the "disturbance" was, and let out a growling bark, as if to say, "I'll get you next time". She then got in and we went happily down the river.

The worst was the time that she saw my buddies going ashore and she decided the canoe was close enough to shore to get out. Without warning, she bailed over the side and about turned the whole thing over...in fact, the side went so low that I briefly took on water.

I miss that dog.