The Eleventh hourBandit's basically a 60 year old man now. Interestingly enough, twice as old as I am. In so many ways we are two halves of one beaming little soul. A Pisces and a Scorpio forever wound and intertwined through time. On October 23 of this year this wee Bandit of everyone's heart turned 11. Such a powerful number. He has become a powerful little beacon of hope and perseverance for anyone who knows him. His spinal arthritis, at it's most basic of explanations, has been trying to bring him down but he has not stopped or slowed down in the slightest. In fact it's making him faster, which is stressful! He runs everywhere(it is less painful/uncomfortable for him to run than walk). Insert me trying to catch him in the hallway because he has no brakes and all I want to do is go to the bathroom before I pee my pants but he needs to be with me or he'll continue to run around like a mad man looking for me. Thus, the little Ricky Bobby needs to be caught first. Back to his inspirational presence. Bandit literally falls all the time(no brakes) and gets right back up, smile and all. If that's not the best metaphor for life I don't know what is. We celebrated all month long with random presents and A LOT of treats! Oh! And a photoshoot of course. I live for a nice photo of my dog. - N bandit's Gifts
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