finding a prairie dog camping spot

Once again, spending time without schedules and alarm clocks, I've had another dream that I remember upon waking.  This year will be a bumper crop of dreams.

I was with a group of people who also somehow were some kind of small furry animal.  I don't even know what kind. They were shaped more like raccoons, but more limber, and they were solid brown. Let's call them prairie dogs, just to have a name.  There were 4 of us total.  I don't know who they were.

We were looking for a camping spot that would be safe to spend the night, without bother from humans.  We looked at one location.  I remembered as a human taking a very nice camp somewhere near here, but we'd have to travel along a busy road to get there.  We decided to see if it was better.

We walked single file along the road busy with stores and traffic.  At one point, we walked through a tunnel of sorts through a long row of hedges.  Our path eventually lead us through a store that had animals in it.  It wasn't a pet store, more like a pet-friendly store that wasn't a coffeehouse or microbrewery.  In human form, we were talking with a store owner.

I noticed a white cat nervously trying to curl its tail tight around its body, wary of the dogs in the vicinity.

The dream ended there.  We never made it to the camping site.  Is there even such a thing as a were-prairie dog?