At least a few don't approve of dogs on rivers.
My dog Malcolm went down the MF with us three times, his last at age 14 in the fall before we put him down the spring for cancer. He didn't like his doggy LJ but he would tolerate it. Rode on the cooler behind me sleeping in the calm spots and then when the sounds of the rapid would get louder I would feel his breath on my ear as he peered over my shoulder looking for the source of the sound.
What a joy to have him along. We spent an evening watching him watch the mice at Driftwood. He was on alert, would almost fall asleep and then the mice would dart and BING. Wide awake dog.
He was trained with hand commands and once at Big Creek it might have saved his life. He had run up the trail and was coming back but mr rattler had slithered out onto the trail. I gave the sit command and he skidded to a stop about 10 feet shy of the snake. And stayed.
The whole poop thing: I tried to find out where he would go and I scoured every camp that we stayed at and not once in 21 nights out on the river could I find any dog doo at any camp. Of course this was the case at home too. I have never been able to find anything there either. Maybe that makes me some kind of irresponsible but I don't know what else to do about that.
Good training is like good manners. Some have it, some don't. Maybe not by any fault of their own, but it still sucks for others.
Don't have much more to add, but he's been gone almost a year now. Thanks for reminding me how much fun we had on the river.
His last trip. Morning at Gardell's hole.