Pooches: City Dog, Country Pit Bull

We have always joked that Miss M. is the ultimate urban dog. While she was rescued from the "mean streets of Chicago", since she has joined us she has become the ultimate city diva. She loves the excitement and people in the city, but she really isn't a nature dog.
She considers herself too delicate to stay outside on the porch for too long. She will complain to go inside, and then stare at us from the confides of the air-conditioning:
And she makes sure to always put herself to bed early so she can get plenty of beauty rest:
This was all especially evident when we went camping. It was kind of like that episode of Sex in the City where Carrie Bradshaw tries to enjoy the great outdoors. From the moment we arrived, Miss M seemed miserable. She would snap and try to eat the flies and gnats. Then realizing she couldn't handle the "country", she retired into the tent.
She was quick to come back out when she realized we were eating food, but then she had a horrible run-in with the smores getting a marshmallow to the head, and her white fur was covered with dust:
Meanwhile, Mr. B was born in Kalamazoo, Michigan, he lived in a foster home on a lake, and he can't get enough of the outdoors. Even in the city he gravitates to piles of grass and while camping he was happily frolicking and rolling in leaves. He had a big smile the entire time:I wonder how much of a dog's hometown dictates whether they're truly city or country dogs?