One of the things I did was take a bus trip to Whistler (4 days were work, 4 were play - the perfect trip). While my friend and I were wandering around Whistler, we ran into our tour bus driver walking a dog. Turns out, on his breaks (aka the 3.5-4 hours we were walking around) he volunteers at the Whistler Shelter walking dogs. On the day we met him he had George. George was a lovely golden coloured mutt, medium build, who clearly had a rough life before being rescued, he was covered in scars. He was so friendly and affectionate. He gave me big kisses. I wanted to bring him home. Unfortunately I have promised no new pets until we live through this whole move thing . . . so hopefully soon:)
While I had been enjoying this tour guide, I will be honest to say that finding out he spent his break time walking dogs made me love him more and it was reflected in the tip I gave him!