The little dachshund mix Gus is attached to me like a freckle, having trained me to take him everywhere. If I left him at home without wife Kathy there, Gus would poop and pee in grand fashion. It didn’t matter if we put him in a crate, either. So he got his way, and now goes pretty much everywhere with me.
That includes kayak fishing. Unfortunately, in my pedal-powered kayaks, there just wasn’t enough room on the floor for him. He would ride on my lap, which made fishing problematic.