As if you had a choice. Let's start with a couple of pics of the dawg on his first backpacking trip:
Billy Bob, noble protector. (Photo by the thoroughly un-deracinated Mr. B.)
Billy Bob, scavenging pig. (That's Mountain House brand freeze-dried Kibble &--I mean, Stroganoff--Billy Blob is eating. Mmmmm, Stroganoff.)
Stupid dog started eating one of those oxygen-absorbing packets that come in freeze-dried crap to preserve its freeze-dried crapness, and when I tried to get it out of his mouth he bit my thumb so hard it broke the skin. Wouldn't touch the freeze-dried eggs, though.
No dams here, man.
See, if there were a dam here, I'd blow it the fuck up, man. No shit. Ward Churchill would be happy to teach me how.
I'm an ardent environmentist.