That is a big day.

Chewy and I are back on the trail again, just like old times. His ear has just healed from the big incident—you know, that one—at the park. His stitches are finally out, and he feels more like himself, even if he has to wear that muzzle because he sometimes tries to grab stuff out of people’s hands. Honestly, he can’t help himself. If you’re holding a sandwich and walking past us… well… you’ve been warned.

But let’s talk about those muscles, shall we? My brother looks strong. Regal. Like he could pull a sled or win an Olympic sprint. He’s part gazelle, I’m convinced.I am proud of him today. Proud that he isn’t scared to go back to the place where he got hurt. Proud that he trusts the leash, and Emma, and the world again. 

Brave dog, that Chewy. Basket and all.