umm, all you dyspeptic yankees can go f#$k yourselves. I used to have a big (100 lbs. lean) black Lab/golden mix that I took everywhere, including ice climbing, but then, there was rarely anyone else ice climbing where I was. Her instinct was to go way off in the woods to hide where she took a dump, and yes, she loved everyone, and typically everyone loved her, and if they didn't she just ignored them. There was a while there though whenever I went to T-Wall she'd be out in front of me on the trail and all the way down the wall I'd hear people shouting 'It's Star! Hi Star!' and I had no idea who they were. As far as I know her only transgression ever was at the T-Wall parking lot when the editor of R&I put her Pop Tart down on a tree stump and it disappeared. But she (the editor) deserved it, we were pretty PO'd that they had just published the OR on W'sides as the 'Classic of the Month', and written up by some do-do from DC none of us had ever heard of. Kind of like them publishing me as an 'expert' writing up 'Last Unicorn' for example. Come to think of it, Star might have been 'encouraged' in her theft.
Best of all, I bought her a pack and made her carry a rope, shoes, quart of water, the guidebook, and anything else I could think of. Top that.