We took Maya camping last weekend. It was
beautiful.
It was also really, really hard on her. She was fine watching us pack and excited to be loaded in the car ("we're going hiking!" is what she thought, and we encouraged this by actually stopping at one of our usual trails, about half an hour up the road, and taking her for a fifteen minute walk. Not only does this trick give Maya a chance to pee, it helps her settle down for the rest of the drive).
Maya used to get car sick on every drive, but has more or less grown out of that. Nevertheless, a seven hour drive is unusual for her. After her fake hike, she settled down pretty well, but eventually she figured out that we were not, in fact, simply driving back home as usual. Any change in routine causes Maya some stress, so instead of sleeping (which is what she does most of the day normally) she stayed wide awake, watching the road and barking at Easter pilgrims.
Oh yeah, it was Good Friday, which means the roads of NM were filled with people walking for religious reasons (the specifics, I'm afraid, are unknown to me). This slowed our drive, and gave Maya something to focus her stress on.
We were headed to a particular corner of SE Utah. It's BLM land, not heavily used (except to graze cows) but not awfully remote either. We did find a very nice campsite, many miles from the nearest human. The view from camp:
Maya was very excited to be somewhere so interesting. We let her roam around for a bit, and took a long walk along the dirt road to shake the travel kinks from our legs. I know somewhere out there is a person who finds the thought of a dog being allowed off-leash in a brand new place absolutely horrifying. It's the same way I feel when I see people let kids pet their dogs -- "oh god,
what are they thinking, don't they know the
risks?!!!" Maya has terrific recall, checks in constantly (and is reinforced for it!), never goes out of sight, and is generally a joy to have off-leash in the wilderness. One of the few things that comes easily to us!
Maya is accustomed to a certain hiking routine. We get in the car, drive, hike in an exciting place (new or familiar, she handles both well), return to the car, and drive home. On this trip, everything went according to plan until we got to the last step. Instead of driving home, we set up the tent, sat on a big rock, and made dinner.
Confusion in the Maya-verse! Technically, Maya has gone camping before, but it was a long time ago (last summer) and I think she had forgotten everything about it. On the bright side, we were all together, but on the worrying side, we were stupidly refusing to drive home as usual. Maya fussed, and attempted to lead me to the car to get her point across.
At least she ate her dinner, eventually, then sat on a rock scratching at her hardware and muttering to herself.
We did tether her for most of the evening, I just don't have photos because Maya always looks so distressed when tied to a tree. Poor baby.
Eventually we got into the tent and settled down. Due to the long drive, Maya hadn't slept much during the day, so I hoped she'd settle in pretty easily. She did, sort of, but there were periodic outbreaks of whining all night long.
In the morning, we went hiking. The hike was into Grand Gulch, a very long, very beautiful, canyon filled with lots of cultural artifacts (ancient ruins, rock art, etc.). Because of all the cultural stuff, dogs are required to be on leash in the canyon, but we were planning on it anyway because we figured we'd see lots of people. And we did!
Maya did really well, even when passing a group of about fifteen milling backpackers -- packs, loud voices, blowing clothes, stinky people. We'd brought cookies, and lots of water, and made sure she got plenty of both. But it turned out to be a pretty long hike, especially on top of all that poor sleep and deep uncertainty. Around the last two miles of the hike, I started to see signs of genuine exhaustion in Maya, including a great big reactive explosion to two hikers who surprised us near the trail head.
We were tired too, and missed the turn to our campsite and had to drive about an hour longer than we meant, and dinner was rushed, and we were all just generally not at our best. Maya spent the evening fussing, unable to settle or relax, wrapping her tether around herself, and so on, and we were all making stupid mistakes. It was not a pleasant evening. Oh, and it was raining.
It rained all night and most of the next day. We had planned a hike in a popular nearby canyon (also filled with ruins). On the way to the trail, we drove past cows. For the first time ever, Maya erupted at cows. She also screamed at horses, unusual trees, a bicyclist, and several pedestrians (it was a long drive to the trail). Maya is not normally particularly reactive in the car -- a bark or two for other dogs, and occasional casual bark for people who get very close if we are driving very slowly or parked somewhere. This was full-blown shrieking, the kind where she hits the window and screams in furious panic at the whole world.
Maya was fried. Overwhelmed and overwrought. No longer able to cope with anything. Reduced to the snarling, exposed-nerve-ending sort of dog we remembered from long ago.
I wasn't doing much better, because when she continued to scream at things my first reaction was to turn around and tell her to shut up. Not a compassionate response, and not a smart one either -- it's not like Maya could help the way she was feeling, and I was the one who'd pushed her limits like this.
Luckily, by the time we actually arrived at our trail, common sense and kindness had resurfaced. The trail head was full of a big group of people in hats, with blowing ponchos and umbrellas and other freaky garb. I took one look, and told Brian we weren't doing this hike. Instead, we drove up the road, parked at a random pull-off, and just road walked for a couple of hours. No people, no dogs, no wildlife, just us and Maya (and her leashed, to prevent further exhaustion or stupidity).
We did practice 'posing for cookies' a little bit, but mostly we just walked gently through the misty desert. It was relaxing, and when we finished, we got back in the car and drove home. I took off Maya's harness, gave her my jacket for a pillow, and enjoyed the soft snoring sounds emanating from the back seat.
I am left wondering, as I have been often during the past few weeks, about the ethical responsibilities of owning a dog like Maya. Because she is prone to such stress (and because stress can cause her to become dangerous), it sometimes seems unfair to expose her to much at all. And yet we do, all the time, because there is a certain kind of life we want to lead.
But when do we overstep? Do I say that Maya had a good time camping because (a) she did, some of the time, and (b) I just think dogs 'ought' to like camping? Or do I say she had a bad time camping, because by the end, the accumulated stress pushed her completely over the edge? I've been telling people that Maya had a "mostly good" time, because it's what I prefer to think, but I wonder whether she'd say the same. On the one hand, there were interesting things to sniff and she got to spend a lot of quality time with her favorite people. On the other hand, we caused our dog a lot of distress in the name of having fun.
There are other things I've been thinking about in this vein, of course, but it comes down to fairness. Dogs are expected to handle a lot, but a dog like Maya simply can't. Which means it isn't fair to expect her to, and isn't fair to be angry when she fails to cope (or even fair to put her into a situation where she isn't likely to deal well). But it also isn't fair to us to sacrifice important things -- travel, camping, hiking -- in order to keep our dog's life perfectly placid and stress-free. A life like that would be boring and frustrating for all three of us, and certainly wouldn't help Maye develop better coping skills.
Somewhere, there's a perfect balance. One where we cause Maya stress, but it's manageable and we make sure she learns to handle it well, and she eventually can cope with a lot more. One where we all get to enjoy our favorite things, together, without massive melt-downs. Most of the time, we do a decent job of finding this balance, and once in a while, we don't quite get it right. As dog owners, we try hard but are certainly far from perfect.
We're going camping again this weekend, but for just one night and with a little more foresight. Eventually, Maya will learn to take most of it in stride, I think, and derive even more enjoyment from her sniffing, bird watching, cow poop eating, and other important doggy activities. I could wish dog ownership was a little easier, but I do like the moments when we get it right and can share something great with our girl.
Maya makes a landscape look more beautiful.
