I've always admired people who are able to handle owning more than one dog at a time. In my mind though, that would be multiple dogs in an apartment or in a regular house. Imagine the level of dedication it must take to work and have multiple dogs on the road with you, in a motor home or a travel trailer; one that's parked in a new town every couple of weeks.
It was with great pleasure I was introduced yesterday to the mother lode of carny dogs and their seemingly tireless mom Kathy. This is Cuddles, Cherokee Pepper Ann, Prissy and Buddy (in the front). Two Dalmations, a Water Spaniel and a Poodle. Two of them are rescues and two survived Parvo (no small feat there). There was another, a senior dog sleeping in the back who wasn't interested in having his picture made. These four however, had every opportunity to come barreling out that door and chose not to. Good dogs.
(Note: Stella was confounded and put out by the fact that she missed all of this good canine action. I met nine dogs in all and when I got home her nose was glued to my pants for a good hour.)