In our travels, we occasionally come across a memorial an RVer erected to a deceased pet. This one is in a primitive-camping area off Route S22 at the edge of Anza-Borrego Desert State Park in southern California. Apparently no pet is actually buried here; a fellow boondocker told me that Regis, a dog, is interred elsewhere, but that the owner put up the marker because he and Regis often camped in the area.
Camp host supreme. That inscription really fits the RV dog. Just as a human camp host is on hand in a conspicuous site to greet newcomers, a dog is right at the door of an RV when the owners return, welcoming them with wagging tail and grinning face. Just as a human host looks after the campground, a dog guards the RV. It chases off four-legged trespassers and barks to warn of approaching two-legged ones. And just as a human host is a VIP in the campground, a dog has special status in an RV: which member of an RV do you think gets the most cuddling and coddling?
Our own camp host supreme, Woody, a west highland terrier, is 14. When the time comes, my wife and I will put up a memorial for him, too.
