RANGERS & THEIR RELENTLESS BIGOTRY TOWARD DOGS …by Jim Stiles

“The kids, like all kids, loved the dog and I just want to say this, right now, that regardless of what they say about it, we’re going to keep the dog.”

–Richard M. Nixon

Many years ago, a decade after I left the Park Service, I made a gallant attempt to get arrested by my old bosses at Arches National Park.  During the infamous 1995  showdown between President Clinton and the Congress which ultimately led to the big federal shutdown, I illegally drove all over Arches and could not find a ranger to place me in custody.

During the second shutdown in December, my friend Dr. Reggie Gubbins arrived from England and knowing how much he loved the Arches, I decided to break the rules again. Reggie was accompanied by his 110 pound dog Bruce; the two of them are inseparable, so we loaded Bruce into the back of what I then affectionately called my Yuppie Scummobile and made our way illegally into the park via the Old Entrance Road.

Reggie and Bruce. Photo by Jim Stiles
Reggie and Bruce.

But this time, I was luckier and I owed it all to Bruce. I am convinced that, had we not brought the dog along, we would have escaped unscathed yet again. But rangers hate dogs. They can smell them. Even from a distance. It’s some kind of instinctive thing with those people. It’s weird.

We were exploring the area near the Delicate Arch Viewpoint. I wanted Gubbins to see all the good things the NPS had done for (and to) Arches since his last visit. After all, the new 1.5 mile road and associated viewpoints, bridges and parking lots only cost $4 million. Meanwhile, Bruce was doing what dogs do best — frolicking and exhibiting the kind of unrestrained happiness that all of us long for….as happy as a pig in a wallow. That was Bruce. I believe he had just put his nose in an antelope ground squirrel hole and snorted a couple of times when a voice cracked the stillness of this lovely winter day.

It was Ranger Karen McKinley Jones in full combat gear and she’d caught us dead-to-rights. She was still more than a hundred yards away when she ordered us to return to the parking lot and we considered making a run for it, but then thought better of it. We met Karen face-to-face a few minutes later. Bruce came bounding out of a ravine ready to slobber all over Ranger Jones’ loden green pants, not to mention her standard issue, Browning 9 mm leather gun belt (complete with gun).

To her credit Ranger Jones was as tolerant and patient as we had the right to hope for. She was, in fact, downright pleasant . Karen issued me a “courtesy tag” for entering a “closed area,” in this case the entire park.  And she gave Reggie  a verbal warning about the dog. We left humbly, promising that if we ever did return to the park while it was closed and let a dog run freely, we’d be more discreet about it.

Ranger Jones caught us dead-to-rights. Photo by Jim Stiles
Ranger Jones caught us dead-to-rights

In the days that followed, my Deep Throat inside sources told me there was quite an uproar over the incident (those rangers need some new hobbies). No one was particularly upset about the illegal entry…

But the dog. The DOG! That was going too damn far. Some of the other law enforcement rangers were furious that a real citation hadn’t been issued. With a FINE by golly! Even the normally mild-mannered, even-tempered Superintendent Noel Poe was steamed under the collar. “If it had been me that caught them,” he is alleged to have muttered to a friend of mine, “they wouldn’t have gotten off so easy.”

Maybe they should have just burned us at the stake and been done with it. But I had to wonder, how was it possible that a relatively harmless creature like Bruce  could cause such outrage?

I felt then and now that it’s time to re-evaluate the dog policy at national parks.  More to the point, who really deserves the free reign of our national parks? Dogs or humans?  In fact, who deserves a free reign of Mother Earth herself? Who ultimately will treat the planet and us, for that matter, with more respect, compassion, and kindness than a dog?

“Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so.”
Isaac Watts, 1715

Arches in the Winter of 1982. Muckluk riding shotgun... photo by Jim Stiles
Arches in the Winter of 1982. Muckluk riding shotgun…

Specifically, consider the Park Service’s irrational hatred of dogs. For decades they have insisted that dogs are not a part of the natural park environment. They disrupt wildlife and trample the vegetation. They sometimes bark at night. And they crap on the trail when their owners thoughtlessly (and illegally) allow their dogs on the trail. That is the sum total of their grievance.

On behalf of my canine brothers and sisters, I can only plead ‘guilty as charged.’ But so what?

 It reminds me of the song Alice’s Restaurant, when the sergeant asks Arlo if he’s “moral enough to join the Army” after being convicted of throwing garbage in an undesignated area. Arlo replies, “You wanna know if I’m moral enough to join the Army, burn women and kids’ houses and villages after bein’ a litterbug…you gotta lotta damn gall.”

Muckluk the Wonder Dog. Photo by Jim Stiles
Muckluk the Wonder Dog.

So here are the dogs, doing what comes naturally. After all, they’re demonstrably closer to the natural world than we are. Dogs don’t throw their beer cans out the window or carve their names on rocks. They don’t plow 4-wheel drive vehicles across cryptobiotic soils, they don’t whine about the cost of camping, and they don’t plug up the toilets in the campground at 1 AM and then complain to the ranger to fix it.

They didn’t ask anyone to pave the park with miles and miles of asphalt so they could see it quicker, nor did they demand a visitor center or comfort stations. And they sure as hell didn’t want to spend $4 million dollars on a new 1.5 mile road to the Delicate Arch Viewpoint. Or a multi-million dollar visitor center. 

I can only ask, who’s more deserving of having their butts kicked out of Arches National Park: The Dogs? Or the sorry-ass humans? I think the choice is quite clear.

“Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.”
Mark Twain

The simple fact is, dogs are better than we could ever hope to be. And smarter too. I can personally attest to that fact. When I moved away to college, my parents replaced me with a twelve pound West Highland Terrier named…(may the Great Hairy Thunderer forgive them)…Duniwassel. I was unprepared for the shock when I went home unexpectedly one weekend and was viciously attacked by my furry successor. He went right for my ankles and I screamed, “For the love of God, take out its batteries!” as my mother rushed in from the den. Ma scooped up the little rat dog and held him proudly for me to inspect. The dog relaxed smugly in my mother’s arms, secure in the notion that, in a few short weeks, he was held in higher esteem than their first born son, despite the fact that he never showed a consistent interest in house training himself and he had bad breath.

Duniwassel’s superiority complex annoyed me and left me feeling inadequate at times. But it wasn’t until I came to know my own dog, some years later, that I truly appreciated the genius of dogs…

Muckluk the Wonder Dog. Photo by Jim Stiles
Muckluk the Wonder Dog.

Muckluk was a husky-shepherd mix and could have done anything in the world if she’d just had opposing thumbs. In her early days, I worried that she would eat herself to death before she ever reached her full potential—not just massive quantities of food, but hats, the front seat to my car (she ate the arm rests for hors d’oeuvres)…whatever was handy.

But with age came maturity and a wisdom that I had never observed in a dog before. It became apparent after a while that my dog was a freakin’ genius.

One day we were exploring canyons in Arches near the Fiery Furnace. We came to a narrow, twisting slot canyon; Muck peered into its dark and gloomy depths, sauntered over to an old juniper tree, stretched out in its shade and went to sleep. I commanded her to follow (she always thought that was pretty funny…me commanding her), but she merely raised an eyebrow, shrugged apathetically, and rolled over on her side. I started up the canyon alone, only to discover it boxed out less than a hundred yards up the dry wash. When I returned, Muck rose wearily and moved on.

As time passed I learned to watch Muckluk’s assessment of a canyon before I attempted it on my own, because somehow she knew…the damn dog knew it boxed out. How did she do that? She never told me

And Muckluk was not impressed by celebrity. She managed to maintain her dignity even when I flushed mine down the toilet. Once, I met Robert Redford in a cafe in Hanksville. All I could manage to say to the man was, “Next to the Wizard of Oz, Jeremiah Johnson was my favorite movie.” Redford looked at me with utter disdain. He was about to walk away when he saw Muckluk.

“That’s a beautiful dog,” said Bob.

He leaned over to pat her on the head. Muckluk glanced over her shoulder at the great Redford, devastated him with her scornful look (much more devastating than the look he gave me) and walked casually into the shade of my car. I’m surprised she didn’t pee on him, just for added effect.

Muckluk the Wonder Dog. Photo by Jim Stiles
Muckluk the Wonder Dog.

While I admit, not all dogs are as intelligent as Muck was, they are still, from everything I’ve been able to observe over the years, a far superior species to the bi-pedal creatures that claim to be dogs’ masters. Therefore I can only conclude that human attempts to restrict dogs and deny them freedoms taken for granted by us are nothing but sad examples of petty jealousy and a manifestation of our own insecurity.

The hate campaign against dogs reached a fevered pitch during my decade long tenure at Arches. I had been a ranger for five years when a new administrative officer, a cold heartless woman who I will call Mildred, announced one day that seasonal rangers would no longer be allowed to have more than one pet in government housing. Since I’d first come to Arches, we’d been joined by Muck’s daughter, Squawker, who had stayed behind at the Kentucky farm when I first ventured West.  Since my ‘home’ was the rat-infested NPS tin trailer at the Devils Garden, the new rule effectively required me to choose which dog I loved more. It was like a canine version of Sophie’s Choice.  And I suspected that her ploy was indeed aimed as much at seasonal rangers as it was against canines.

Muckluk and Squawker. Photo by Jim Stiles
Muckluk and Squawker.

Fortunately, my ultimate boss, Canyonlands superintendent Pete Parry, liked dogs too and, against his better judgment, liked me as well. In fact, I always thought that Pete had a secret anti-authoritarian streak in him. I appealed Mildred’s decree and took my case to the Boss, and to my great joy, Pete decided that  Muckluk and Squawker would be “grandfathered,”  and thus exempt from the new rule. However, since then, and it’s been decades, the pets of other seasonal rangers have suffered the fate that was almost imposed on Muck and Squawks.

And it continues. As recently as this 2020 Arches National Park update on their website, the NPS warned that:

Activities with pets are very limited at Arches. You may not take a pet on any hiking trails. You may have your pet with you in the campground, and at pullouts along the paved scenic drives. You may walk your pets on roads or in parking lots, but they must be leashed at all times when outside a vehicle.

Cartoon by Jim Stiles

The rules and regulations ban pets on the more remote gravel, dirt, and  4-wheel drive roads. Even if the dog stays in the car. Even if the owner only lets the dog out to take a leak. Even if it’s on a leash. Even if the road is miles and miles away from the nearest hint of civilization.

The Park Service has no problem with the vehicle,  burning gas, belching fumes, and making noise. It’s okay for the driver and a load of human passengers to come along for the ride. (All two million of them) They can jump out of the vehicle and howl like coyotes, but they can’t bring their pup along who can howl a lot more effectively. 

I’ve spent decades considering this injustice. Is there a way the Park Service could admit their mistakes and do it without losing face? Consider this…

Muckluk and Squawker. 1974. Photo by Jim Stiles
Muckluk and Squawker. 1974.

Dogs are needed in national parks to maintain the balance of nature and allow the continued evolution of the many species that reside there.

Imagine Arches National Park in its most pristine state, free from human intrusions. Deer and antelope and desert bighorn roam the canyons and valleys. Rodents of all kinds scurry in and out of shadows in the sandstone cracks and crevices. But predators wander the park as well—mountain lions, bobcats, coyotes, foxes—all maintaining the natural balance of things.

But what happened? Predator populations have been decimated over the years. Trappers, subsidized by another agency of the federal government, Animal Damage Control, are known to trap right to the boundary of the park. A few years ago, a local trapper claimed to have trapped and killed four bobcats, fourteen kit foxes, and too many coyotes to count, along the northeast edge of Arches in just a few weeks. Some of them were trapped literally within sight of boundary signs.

Now consider the animals that these victims prey upon— the cottontail rabbit, for example. The rabbit’s natural defense against predators is speed. It can outrun its pursuer most of the time. That’s why the species has survived. What happens if  the rabbit hunter is removed  from the environment? How would the evolutionary process that gave the rabbit this defense mechanism be affected?

Without coyotes and lions to chase rabbits, they’d have no need to be fast. They’d lose that edge. They’d start watching TV and eating snack foods. They’d become big, fat slobs. And there would be so damn many of them.

Jim, Muckluk and Squawker
Jim, Muckluk and Squawker

What’s the solution? That’s easy. Until we can restore predator populations to their natural levels, we must find a way to keep their prey in shape. And what better way to do that than to turn the dogs loose in national parks to harass the wildlife to their hearts’ content? In fact, we couldn’t really call it “harassment.” We could feel a certain pride and satisfaction when we let dogs chase rabbits (and chipmunks and ground squirrels and lizards)  because we’re helping Nature.  We are allowing dogs to serve as surrogate predators. It’s a good thing.

There’s even an environmental precedent — proposed at least —when environmentalists suggested turning the northern Great Plains into a buffalo commons. Further, they wanted to restore the flora and fauna to what the plains looked like during the Pleistocene Era, 12,000 years ago. When critics noted that Woolly Mammoths and Sabre-toothed Tigers were extinct, proponents suggested using surrogates like elephants and Indian tigers to fill the gaps. Dogs could play a similar surrogate role across the remaining wild lands of America!

And yet discrimination against dogs is rampant in contemporary society. Dogs are required to go to a separate doctor (although if the truth were known, I’d prefer to be examined by a vet), they’re rarely allowed on airplanes…they usually have to fly freight, for cryin’ out loud. FREIGHT! 

Even environmentalists hate dogs. I remember an  Earth First! Rendezvous many years ago. They banned dogs from the festivities. Here were a bunch of remnant hippies…beer-swilling, bearded, hairy-legged eco-freaks, chanting obscene slogans and urinating on Ponderosa Pine trees, but dogs were not allowed because they weren’t a part of “the natural scene.” Indeed.

Something should be done on behalf of the dogs…something must be done.

And that’s it. End of pro-dog diatribe. If none of this has moved you, if you still consider dogs to be nothing more than slobbering inconveniences, if you still regard yourselves the intellectual and moral superior to the lowly canine, then at least remember these words by the immortal Mark Twain when he observed:

“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principle difference between a dog and a man.”

Jim Stiles is Founding Publisher and Senior Editor of the Canyon Country Zephyr.

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8 comments for “RANGERS & THEIR RELENTLESS BIGOTRY TOWARD DOGS …by Jim Stiles

  1. Matt Chew
    June 1, 2021 at 1:25 pm

    Woof!

  2. M P
    June 1, 2021 at 5:39 pm

    We have always advised discretion. The park is big, the dog is small.

  3. Keith Benefiel
    June 3, 2021 at 11:48 am

    Having dogs for most of the 50 years I’ve lived next to Grand Teton NP, we learned all the off-trail routes, hidden “ranger camps” and quick escapes over the boundary lines. Never got caught. The three Huskadors were always heavily laden and so disinclined to chase, but there were a couple good marmot incidents. When they weren’t packing our mountain gear or groaning under 50 pounds of elk or deer meat apiece, they were in harness getting me an additional 1000 vertical feet of backcountry powder. In SAR they had two live finds, one cadaver and a critical evacuation pulling a Cascade rescue sled. Dogs predate horses as working animals by millennia. They can go anywhere a goat can. They belong in the bush with us. Of course, some dogs are better off as raptor and coyote chow, survival of the most appropriate. If the dog needs a leash, leave it at the kennel.

  4. Frederick A Sramek
    June 3, 2021 at 6:40 pm

    Loved reading this, and laughed all the way through it! I’m a dog lover, so if a well-behaved dog comes up to me in a national park, I’d likely ask his or her person if I could pet him or her (the dog, not the person!). I also find your prose most interesting, like you’re channeling, um, Edward Abbey!

  5. Bill
    June 3, 2021 at 9:56 pm

    Agreed. Dogs Are better than humans .

  6. Karen McKinlay-Jones
    June 9, 2021 at 12:26 pm

    Damn Jim you certainly have gotten a lot of mileage out of our encounter. Every time you publish another iteration I get links to the articles or messages from friends or former colleagues. Always makes me smile. And for the record Stiles, the ranger angst was never about me letting the dog off easy because we all loved dogs. I will leave it at that.

    • Jim Stiles
      June 13, 2021 at 3:02 pm

      Thanks, Karen! You can never tell a good story too many times. As for the ranger angst, I’m sure I’ve caused you guys way more disquietude than Muckluk ever did. I’ll leave IT at that.

  7. Mark Gall
    June 10, 2021 at 2:05 am

    Retired (2005) NPS law enforcement ranger here who last worked at the northern district of the Blue Ridge Parkway. I also worked law enforcement for BLM for a couple years in Idaho. Now live outside of Albuquerque.
    I agree with you Jim. I’ve been a large dog owner all of my life, and now when I hike/camp/backpack I go to BLM or USFS land. In fact I met my wife in Thailand, and we brought our German Shepherd with us for over one year while my wife visited her relatives in Bangkok, and our dog and I hung out in a bungalow on a secluded beach. All the local small restaurants learned that our dog was not dangerous, and allowed us to bring her in & she laid under our table.
    Now I have a Dutch Shepherd dog, and we’ll move to Central America for awhile & of course bring our dog.
    Other folks are welcome to visit our parks while we take our dog to other often more remote and quiet places.

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