Dad hooked me on caffeine when I was 8 years old! I was watching him sling the enamel coffee pot on my first camping trip and begged for a sip of the finished product. It must have been 2 years before Mom allowed me to sling the morning java myself, with the single admonition Do Not stop slinging at the 12 o'clock spot! For once, I obeyed. I think they had to wait until I could tell time.
Our Guinness was black with a sprinkling of white on his muzzle when we got him at 8 weeks, hence the name, then turned totally gray! I understand the dog world calls it blue, huh. While we call him a mutt, he is a full standard at 75 pounds and we do love him and his poodle prance. Sometimes he appears more intelligent than us. Other times, he's dumb as a rock, not unlike the rest of us I guess. Your pack is going to have double the fun!
We keep our 15' rhino hose, elbow and spare caps coiled in a red 5 gal bucket with a tight lid. It travels in the T@B and stores in the TV or under the trailer while camping. We carry the master blaster, baggie of gloves, antibacterial wipes and happy camper powder in a decorative plastic bag which also travels in the T@B and stores in the TV. The bucket allows us to easily soak the hose etc. in a mild bleach solution when we get home. Not a particularly "buttoned down" arrangement, but it's easy.