Travel Diary : We're Going on an adventure.Today was such a perfect day. It’s rare that I have two days off in a row so I knew I wanted to spend at least one of them with Bandit. We started our adventure at Petsmart to try on harnesses. Prime walking season is upon us and It’s no longer too cold for little paws. Like the rest of nature we are slowly waking from our winter slumber. Long cold night a short dreary days. Bandit’s like a little bear cub. People look at him the same way they would look at one too. With an eagerness to cuddle behind their gaze. Maybe that’s just me. I would want to cuddle a bear cub. Walking into Petsmart with Bandit is also like walking into Cheers because everybody knows his name and just like Sam Malone he walks in with the same gruff and heads straight for the bar, actually the girl at cash with the treats. Even though he never eats them. He just likes to take them and hoard. A little bear or maybe that’s more of a squirrel? The many sides of Bandit. Naturally, he got all the pets while he lovingly started at me to make sure the stranger touching him was cool. He made new friends while I struggled with his awkward pug body. All chest. You will only understand if you’re next level crazy like me but it is so hard to find clothes that fit him! We love Roots’ Beaver Canoe brand but their harnesses are too small. Ultimately, we went with an ED by Ellen full wrap harness because … Well they’re cute as hell and they fit! Thirty Three plus tax though… My dog wearing all the latest threads while I shop at Old Navy on sale days. After buying some toys and some treats we headed to Starbucks. I don’t know about the rest of you but I love when the people in drive through get all excited to see a dog. Bandit loves it. Everybody’s happy. No I didn’t get him a Puppuccino. That’s a treat he would of gobbled but they’re only for really special occasions like his birthday because a cup of whipped cream isn’t the best thing for him. He’s down to a healthy 24 lbs from a whopping 35 lbs. Thirty minutes and a few heartfelt serenades later we arrived at our destination. Short Hills Provincial Park. I’ve been hiking here since I was a kid. I don't know why you’d bring a kid hiking? I know personally I was always on a leash when out in public because I was a little shit. Not like a rebellious one though just the same anti social type. The type that takes off in K-Mart only to be found, after the place goes on lock down, in a shelf of stuffed animals reading. READING. I’ve always been cool. So I can’t imagine child me in a forest. Probably crawling into tree dens and burroughs. Bandit on the other hand is a great kid. He is also anti social but he doesn’t like to be alone so he never leaves my sight or usually my side. He doesn’t even acknowledge other dogs or people. He just trudges along with his little wobble. Like a little hobbit following his human leader. If we could just find the talking trees we’d be set. His main concern is avoiding the big mud puddles or looking to me to carry him through them. I also have to carry him up steep hills, or push him up them. We often emerge from hikes with me covered head to toe in mud. I’ll look like I rolled through a puddle for my dog’s well being. I’d also kill a man for him. Just saying. Should the situation call for it. Today’s hike was next level. We only saw a few people and one dog. A dog an old lady warned me about in passing because he “looked mean”. First of all, no dog “looks mean”. You’re projecting your own personal ignorant beliefs about dogs onto a living being you’ve never met. Breedist. Second that “mean dog” was an absolutely adorable Neapolitan Mastiff puppy out working on his heeling abilities. Just trying to be a good boy. His owner was also a good friend of my dad’s so we chatted for a bit. Bandit stood behind me smelling a bush. During our hike it on and off snowed. The type of soft big snowflakes that just sort of drift and float down. It was like a fairy tale or a scene from a movie. The forest was quiet and it felt like we we’re the only ones alive. The whole forest to ourselves. Me and my little bear squirrel hybrid. He certainly sleeps like a bear because that’s all he did when we got home and the following day. I wrote this to the ambient sound of him snoring. Such a chill dog. Totally down to take on the world, to follow me to the end like the little Pikachu to my Ash or the Samwise to my Frodo, except I’m a lot nicer and no ring would come between us. He’s also totally down to watch all 22 hours of Harry Potter. Bandit: seriously the best decision of my life. -N SHOp this post
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