During a trip to the Badlands in North Dakota a couple of years ago, I was packing up my truck to head back home. Mika was just a pup and still had a taste for my boots. She’d dragged them around the yard a few times before I stuck them up on the hood hoping to put them out of reach.
Or so I thought.
I heard some strange noises through the open followed by laughter. I quickly made my way outside only to see my buddy, camera phone at arms length capturing the latest escapade by my ninja dog.
We wondered if she was part mountain goat.