Mississippi River Trip: Marvin by MVP

I like dogs.  A lot.  But the Marvin’s of the world I can do without, and I can do without their owners even more.  Marvin was a big dog, a mix of Chow and something else, and he was aggressive.  Our first night at the campsite every time something moved Marvin would head for it and be called back by the shouts of his family.  Leaves, trees, birds, Larisa, me,  it didn’t matter what it was, if it came near Marvin it was fair game. 

The next morning I heard Marvin’s owner lamenting to another camper that, well gosh, he just hated to tie the dog up because it wasn’t fair to the dog.  Plus, his biting problem was really more of a nipping problem.  And besides, leash laws were for cities, right?

I can’t decide whether Marvin or the owner needs putting down first, but I didn’t spend a second in that campsite without my bear spray on me.  It might have done Marvin some good.  Or  his owner. . .

I am hiding from Marvin as well...