When we were both still working and attended BMW rallys in WI, DH would ride the bike and I would take the car (the support vehicle) with all the camping stuff and the dog, Molly. The worse problem we had with her was the "wet dog smell" during the night if it rained before bedtime. Or the time she purposefully jumped into the lake next to us because we wouldn't play ball with her anymore right before bed! Molly would sleep on my side of the tent and when I woke up in the morning, I would "peek" at her from under my arm and she would be laying there with her head on her paws just waiting for me to wake up! Once she saw my eyes her tail would start moving! She was happy because then the pack was up and the day could start! But then, the whole world was her pack and she got along with everyone.