I think I’ll never forget the look on her face those first few days when I’d reach out with the leash and she would cower into the nearest corner. A look of complete and utter fear. It took seven days before she would even let me pet her, and months before I felt the least bit of trust forming.
The first thing I did when I brought her home was give away the crate she came in and throw away her pee-soaked blanket. To this day she hasn’t stepped foot in a crate again and nor will she. Flash forward to the present, and here we are. Best buddies travelling around North America searching for adventure.
She is free to roam where I roam. And so far that roaming has taken her all throughout British Columbia and Northern Quebec in Canada and throughout the USA in Washington, Oregon, Montana, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, North Dakota and South Dakota.
She’s ran endlessly through alpine meadows, reached a top running-speed of 45km/h across a frozen lake and waded through the shallow river waters on Vancouver Island. She’s explored the woods of some of the biggest trees in the world, climbed mountain peaks and canoed down rivers. She’s gotten into a fight with a skunk (and learned her lesson!), tracked deer in the woods for hours on end and eaten fresh fish by a lake.
I can honestly say some of the best moments from my travels have simply been watching her run free. Doing what she was meant to do.
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