The majority of travelers with pets do so with a dog or two in tow. I see them all the time.
One day this couple passed by with these two huge fluffy white dogs.
This is what the dogs looked like.
I cannot imagine traveling with something like that times two.
Often I try to imagine traveling with a dog compared to a cat. The dog requires a lot of attention. The cat does not. They’re independent. They take care of themselves. Dogs poop and pee on the ground where ever you stop or have to make a unplanned stop so they can do their business. Cats have their designated toilet. Solves a lot of issues. If you’re a responsible dog owner you pick up the steaming pile with your hand incased in a plastic bag. Oh what joy! At least Beans digs a hole and covers up her deposit if outside. She takes care of it herself. I would much rather scoop out a litter box than scoop up poop. I had to scoop up dog poop for years; a dog that wasn’t even mine. He belonged to my step-father and came with him when marrying my mother. Now the dog became my responsibility. I had to feed and clean up after the dog all those years. Maybe that is why I am a cat person. No, I was born a cat person.
Then there is the barking. I don’t like listening to dog barking. Hurts my ears. Then consider about possibly having to share the bed with a dog. Beans takes up enough of the bed as it is. I cannot imagine fighting with a dog for space to sleep.
Now I can understand being a solo female traveler and doing so with a dog along. Protection. Even still, I doubt I would have a dog if I were a woman. Beans really is an early warning detection device for me. Many times I cannot even see the person before she alerts me to someone approaching.
When in town yesterday there were over a half a dozen people out and about around the plaza with their dogs. It was there it really set in with me of a comment I received awhile back. “Can you imagine having a dog who wanted to say ‘hello’ to everyone and everything?”
Oh my goodness! I had never considered that!
“Oh what a pretty dog. What’s his name? Can I pet him? Oh you’re such a good boy.”
Nope, a dog isn’t for me.