After moving to Flagstaff 6 months ago, I discovered a new dream of mine. It was inspired by the plethora of dog & owner dates I’d watch every Saturday morning through a window at Macy’s European Coffeehouse. I suddenly knew what I wanted in life. I decided in order to find happiness, I needed to adopt a dog on death row, live in a van, and solve mysteries together. But let’s be real here, with college going on, that fantasy wasn’t going to happen any time soon. So, when I came home winter break, with my broken-heart and all, I realized that I had six dogs who could temporarily fill that void- well, actually four a week later. Yeah I know, it was definitely a “Welcome Home Riley! Life Is PoopShitCrap” kind of week. Ha. Buuuutttt back to the story.. okay, so Tori and I decided to take two of our dogs, Karma and Beanie, both of which have social anxiety & extreme cases of couch potato syndrome, out for a hike. Well, here is how it went..
Karma didn’t even make it to the car. Nice.
Beanie beat the odds & successfully made it to the car.