Forcing ourselves through uncomfortable situations is how we grow. Not into them, but through them. Big difference. Getting used to things that suck makes them suck a little less. It also makes comfortable moments that much more comfortable. I have a deep appreciation for that.
Discomfort is where shock therapy started for me. I’ve been doing daily cold showers since my back injury last year. Stepping into cold water first thing in the morning is a great way to wake the senses. You’re also starting the day in an uncomfortable position so it’s only up from here. Few people would choose hopping into cold water over climbing out of a warm bed but it puts the daily go-getting wheels in motion. Dive into it and watch how you come out stronger on the other side. For me that morning discomfort allows you to rejoin your day alert, sharp minded and well prepared to handle any speed bumps that might pop up on the road. You’ll keep your chill.
Over the past year I’ve graduated from just cold showers to cold plunges/ice baths when possible and steam room/sauna sessions as regularly as I can. There are many physical benefits to this list of activities. I call it chubby man’s cardio (I’m allowed to I used to be a chubs). If you sit in there long enough your heart rate gets so high your body takes it that same as cardio. It’s a great way of getting low impact calorie burn. I go more so for the mental aspect though. Callousing the mind. Trying to grow calmer with each session. Making difficult tasks easier by the day. Since I’ve been on the road I take my cold showers at the gym but I’ve been quite consistent with plunging in the snow fed rivers of the Colorado mountains and springs of Utah when Duke and I are out hiking near daily. I sit long enough until the cold sensation is gone and I’m just there, in it. Comfortably watching each bubble floating down the river. It’s not as cold as a true ice bath, but the current’s natural circulation and energy feels spiritual to me.
With more reps you’ll find yourself in better control of your breathing, heart rate and especially your energy level after. I come out of each session so rejuvenated I often call it round two for the day. A steam and cold shower after working out does wonders for recovery. Just be sure you’re drinking adamant water early in the day. If I know I’m exhausting myself at night in the steam room I’ll be sure to get my water in prior to so that afterwards I’m not thirsty and gulping water. Keeps you from waking up in the middle of the night to pee. Don’t mess with those delta waves get your deep sleep.
‘Welcome old friend’ are the words that run through my head every time I step into any of these. Discomfort and I have been through a lot together. It isn’t so uncomfortable for me anymore. I know it just is. It’s temporary. Forcing yourself into uncomfortable situations without consequences also helps you apply that growing habit to the more serious of circumstances. Let’s say for instance it’s calling a prospective client who’s more successful and has more money than the typical client you work with. It’s intimidating. It might go south. You may look silly. You won’t close the deal. These are all thoughts of fear and discomfort that only hold you back. So what if you don’t close it, I bet you’ll learn from the process and be better equipped for the next client with big money. “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. – Wayne Gretzky” – Michael Scott. J
I’m weird. I like pain. I grew accustomed to it. I damn near need it to feel alive. It’s the grind I’m stucc in right now. It’s everything to me. Dive into discomfort. New challenges. New goals. New capabilities. Find out who you are in front of adversity and you’ll feel a growing fire of confidence inside you. Carry that fire proudly! All love!
This trip has given me opportunities to experience things I knew nothing about. I’ve always been fascinate with ‘you don’t know what you don’t know’. Learning which treats taste good and which burners are hot to the touch. It’s what I’m after in this trip. Chasing that rush. In the mountains of Colorado I found one of those rushes.
Allentown is just tucked into the mountains from the town I talked about previously, Estes, Colorado. It’s the area I spent most of my time while I was there. It’s also the expensive tourist town where a jug of water can be $4, depending upon which store you’re willing to battle the other covid city escapers. I drink a gallon a day and so does Duke. $8 a day on water adds up quickly. This gift that was given to me by a cool couple from Texas saved me some cheddar while I was there. They were also doing a cross-country trip, van life like your boy. Ironically enough nearly every one of them I meet is coming from the west, and knows nothing about the east, quite the opposite of myself. It makes for easy, genuine conversation.
They put me on to this spring that wasn’t even 10 minutes out of my daily routine. It was swiftly added to the routine. There’s a natural water spring with a hose, off/on switch, and donation bin to keep the gift alive. The recommended donation is $.15, quite a drop from the $4 I was paying I gave $.25 each time J. I was certainly grateful for it and I know so are the countless patrons I would see, some travelers, many locals filling up their water sources as well. It would be so cool if there were more of these readily accessible for people. Would save tremendously on the devastating plastic pollution we’re inflicting on the earth.
The pic you see shows two young ladies in 1947 who I assume are in relation to the founding family, huge props to anyone who made this possible. This is one of those bits of magic that positively impacts so many lives day to day, love it. The water was ice cold and delicious. A local watering hole. Here’s to discovering and sharing more of those gems on this trip.
What a uniquely cool place. Unlike anywhere I’ve ever been. It’s been amazing feeling different climates as we make our way across the states. I’m certainly now the closest to any desert I’ve ever been in. My inexperience with that inescapable midday sun led to cutting the day short and returning at sunset, Duke was pretty limited . With the island being surrounded with by salt water, I was wondering the entire time where the hell do the buffalo, sheep, antelope, etc drink?! It was as dry a climate I’ve ever been in and I didn’t see any fresh water sources. They’ve gotta be somewhere.
You drive onto Antelope Island via a long bridge with water on both sides. Looked to me as if there’s been a drought, the water was very low. You could see the sand and salt deposits below. Birds by the thousands landing in the water and on sand bars. As many as I’ve ever seen with my own eyes.
When I was a kid in Kentucky there were two buffalo ranches close to where I lived. I visited both probably 15 years ago, I was definitely too young to appreciate simple things the way I do now. There’s something so much more wild to them in their own habitat, on their own island. With all the yellow signs letting you know not to approach them, they make it quite clear when they feel like you are. But I’m a self proclaimed photographer now and you can’t get a good look at the rim from the other side of the court. There’s a thrilling vulnerability when staring down the lense of a camera for the perfect shot, feet in front of a thousand pound animal that can toss you around like a rag doll. From the swinging tail changing its pattern to aggressive and the bobbing of their head, those bison don’t play. They make it quite apparent when you’ve come close enough. There were two occasions I pulled the car to the side of the road where a bison was laying. When Duke stuck his big noggin out the window and started whining they stood up clearly quite agitated. Those stays were short lived.
I’m blown away by the resilience of these animals living on the island. Now knowing how hot it feels during the day there I’m sure they look forward to the coolest of nighttime climates. During the day there would be a dust bowl floating about the herd as they meandered. It feels like there’s not a drop of moisture in the air. Living in ridiculously humid climates like Kentucky and Florida most of my life I grew to love the dry heat of Colorado. As I’ve made it further west it seems I left that happy medium in CO. It’s too dry in the desert. Imagine that.
On the map of the island you’ll see the 5-mile hike on the side of the island with no roads. I’m planning on devoting a morning to it. The park is open from 6:00am-10:00pm certainly long hours for a state park, I’m assuming because the climate is so rough it gives people time to make it and escape the heat. Knowing there’s a lot more wildlife to be seen on the island I’m committed to an early morning hitting that hike on the other side of the mountain. I’m sure that’s where the antelope, mule deer and big horned sheep are. I’ve even seen online there was a rare wolverine sighting. I’m sure beasts are hiding from the human traffic on that side.
When we made it back for the sunset session the bison were definitely more active, enjoying the cooling temperature as I was too. We did some new adventuring and found the pics you see of the Frary family who originally settled the island in the late 1800s. One family homestead to the island of over 28,000 acres, living mostly in solitude with your family, imagine what that was like. You can see in the pics some of their material remains are still lying there nearly 150 years later. It was in their education billboards I learned there are natural springs on the island, which provides for the trees that are grouped at the base of the mountain. Makes sense now. I’m sure the bison along with every other animal of the island has its usual routine of making way to a stream or two. Duke and I didn’t hike far enough to find one, but that’s the mission on our early morning 5 miler when we go.
It didn’t take much journeying to figure out which of the mounds is called Molly’s Nipple. Bet you can’t guess which one of the pics it is, they knocked this one out of the park. Lol
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In today’s age you’re an old ball if you choose that route. Life’s become more about expensive handbags, luxurious vehicles and overpriced homes. I used to be just as guilty of this so I speak from experience.
My first car out of college was a pricey Lexus GS 350, aftermarket rims and blacked out with the wood interior. So clean. Three days after I bought it I was driving at night on the interstate when a semi’s tire burst and flew over in my lane. It ripped the front bumper off and was a cool $1,500 to get replaced. Talk about a welcome party. I’ve said it many times the universe will tell you things if you’ll listen.
My entire trip is about choosing experiences over materialism. I’m more of a quality over quantity guy. I got sick of the glitz and glamour of the world and decided to take off. Why spend money on residential bills when the world is calling your name for exploration anyways. It was about a month ago I made the internal full commitment to completing this cross-country circle. Up until then I’d been afraid of it. In that month I’ve looked at pop-up campers to RVs and everything in between. I was cash in hand about to make the conversion to a full length camper a few weeks ago when something triggered inside and just told me not to do it. MY vehicle is great. Pop-ups that were $5,000 a year ago are now $8,000. Campers that were $10,000 are now $15,000 and so on. Sure it would make this trip more convenient, but is convenience what I’m going after? It’s not.
I want the trip of a lifetime that very few people can say they’ve made. I like being that odd ball, going against the grain. Having a story to tell. It didn’t make sense to me to spend money that could be used 20 times over on experiences and memories that I’ll never forget. I’ll grind and buy whatever nice things I want when this is over. I can sleep just fine in the whip or a tent. It’s almost ranger or seal like in comparison to the military books I’ve enjoyed. Living minimally. Hell, I’ll tell you the only way to make a cross-country trip affordable eating the way I do and feeding the dog I have is if you penny pinch and save a buck here and there. $2s and $3s add up! Gas is $4/gallon on the west coast and all I do is drive and explore!
I’m learning on the fly with each day that goes by. I’m also learning to enjoy it more and have more fun with each day too, that’s the best part. I’m not growing tired, I’m growing eager for more. Keep rolling, keep appreciating, keep pushing the rock up the hill, and keep getting better each day. I think it would do our world some good if people put more energy into enjoying experiences and less into materials.
I know without hesitation whatever career path, workforce opportunity or endeavors I lunge into after this trip I’ll be ready to grab by the balls, no homo. Nothing wrong with being homo, I just swing one way. 🙂
Love you all, go crush your goals this week!
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What an experience it was. The kind of experience that keeps an uncertain pin drop of fear standing up in the back of your head through its entirety. In the middle of a desert tundra with no other human to be found, this was Walter White land. I just needed the RV and some high quality meth!
It was awesome to feel a desert climate for the first time. At this time of year 80’s during the day and 40’s at night. It’s damn near ideal to me. I’ve grown to appreciate being extremely hot and extremely cold. They make feeling comfortable even more enjoyable. I’m a big fan of shock exposure to heat and cold. Sauna, ice bath, steam room, cold showers in between. There’s an amazing list of benefits from simply callousing the mind, to protein production all the way to anti-aging of the body.
That crisp 40 degrees with a come and go strong breeze cooled me to the core. The day prior I had listened to an Ed Mylett podcast with guest Jason Tebeau discussing the science of wellness and many anti-aging practices. One of my key takeaways was the science-backed evidence of physically magnetizing the body to the earth. Literally barefoot on the ground, charging your personal battery back up. To my understanding the cells in our body separate further from each other the more they are magnetically charged. By separating these cells you’re increasing the oxygen that gets to each of them. Ever wonder why it feels so naturally rich when you walk barefoot in the sand on the beach? It’s that concept. Sit your butt on the earth, do some yoga and tell me you don’t feel better. You’re lying.
If you haven’t picked up already I’m a nature freak. That’s nothing new. After listening to that pod on the drive into the desert I figured I’d make use of the new knowledge that morning. Barefoot, wearing nothing but shorts in that 40 degree dawn I stretched, took my grateful stroll and went on a playful jog with Duke (mindful of avoiding cacti and bone shards J). The blissful concentration I’ve found in the early hours of the morning have grown to be my favorite times of this trip. Watching the sun rise while Duke meanders I am overwhelmed with a blissful clarity and thankfulness for life. Thankfulness for the freedom of this trip. Thankfulness for the beautiful people I’m connecting with. Thankfulness for spirituality. Even thankfulness for the coyotes. There was a pack of them within a couple hundred yards from us I heard through the night and even more constant as the sun came up. Sounded like they were just talking and playing amongst each other, thankful to see the sun again same as I. Or maybe screaming at me and Duke to leave their spot, who knows?
It’s funny after choosing the pull off I did, underneath a constantly low buzzing electric pole, I found some animal corpse and different piles of bones. I started taking pics thinking it was a unique sight to see until I walked a little more and found no less than a dozen more scattered piles of bones. It went from being, “oh cool something ate here” to “oh shit something(s) lives here”. I quickly realized it was a pack’s doing. Either wolves or coyotes. Certainly hoping it was desolate enough in this tundra for it to be the latter of the two. In our 18sh hours spent in that ‘public land’ canyon only one truck passed. A few miles down the gravel road I could see it coming the entire way. That slow 10 minutes I spent pondering best shootout spots if they’re cartel and need me gone. On some The Town shit, “I can’t do anymore time Dougie. So if we get jammed up, we’re holding court in the street.” I’m not going. Lol
I’ve made myself a comfy bed for this journey, fitting perfectly in the whip or the tent, wherever seems more suiting for the night. Able to lay down the seats and clear out the SUV there’s plenty of room for my four legged best friend to curl up next to me. He has his bed and I have mine. On top of foam mattresses curled under wool sheets in 40 or 50 degree weather, I sleep like a stone. Though this was one of those nights when sleeping in the steel tent made more sense than sleeping in the polyester one. We did that.
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As the itch for new sights finally sets deep into my skin, Duke and I continue the journey west. We spent well over a month in and around the lake town of Estes Park. It sits as a gateway leading from Denver into the Rocky Mountains. A town of 12,000 that stays buzzing on the monetary supply of over 4,000,000 tourists a year. I’ll get it out of the way up front, the crowd of tourists is the only downside to Estes. The main intersection downtown has four ice cream shops within 100 yards of each other if that tells you anything. The exodus of city slickers to the mountains on the weekend is near overwhelming.
Sitting on a man made lake in a valley at 7,500 feet elevation, there are 13,000+ feet mountain peaks at every angle around you. It’s incredible. More remarkable even is the everlasting wildlife presence that still runs the land. There are 12,000 humans who have shelter in this town but don’t get it mistaken, the land still belongs to the elk, moose, bear, cats and birds of prey of the area. That prideful strut of an 800 pound bull elk taking his time holding up traffic is evidence of that. You’re not making it to work until they cross the road.
I was here at the perfect time of year to witness herds of elk in rut. Meaning, for a few weeks the bulls are looking for their ladies to mate. Yea, plural. They’ve got it figured out. The showcase of dominance they display to the surrounding cars, humans and anything in their way of ladies is a sight to see. I’ve uploaded some of that fun footage I witnessed. Still trying to figure out the best way of displaying the countless fire photos I’ve collected since being in CO. Any ideas? Let me know!
A next activity I’m crossing off the bucket list is serious rock climbing. I met so many travelers spending their current existence climbing summits around the United States. Many van lifers who get up each morning to be at the base of their climb before 5:00am. For many reasons I learned. For instance, since Covid has blasted tourism numbers through the roof at National Parks you must now have reservations at many of them during hours around 9:00am-3:00pm. It’s pretty crazy. Those climbers also have logic in beating the storms while they’re on the mountain. Similar to a dry Florida climatre, you can guarantee showers if not storms a few days a week. I’ve learned they come hard and fast when they do. Often in the afternoon hours, climbers are able to make their descent down the mountain before they come in to reduce the risk of lightning strikes at such a high elevation. When I’m back in CO. I’m definitely getting these fingers in some cracks. Not the booty kind.
Next time you’re planning a Denver/CO trip as many of my friends are currently doing, Estes and its surroundings are one of a kind and worth consideration. If you like seeing wildlife, it’s #1 at the top of my list. For now. I’d joke with the people I made friends with about just how rare the sights we were seeing everyday are and that they better not take it for granted. It’s easy to do so when they’re in your sights daily. What beauty a difference in perspective can be.
Can’t tell you how excited I am to level up the wildlife surroundings by getting into Wyoming, visiting Yellowstone and Grand Teton. My friends who have been have certainly gassed me up for the sightings of herds of bison, wolves and hopefully some grizzly. Hoping the latter two are at a distance.
As this journey takes us out of the western edge of Colorado I’ll be adventuring into new territory, Titus Bass style. I’ve done so much of the eastern half of the U.S. but I’m yet to travel past CO. going west. It’s been amazing to see the opposite similarity in travelers heading east. Most of the people I’ve met from Cali and Oregon have not the slightest clue what Kentucky or even Florida is like. What a parallel universe it is indeed. I’m determined to enjoy them all.
It’s official, I’m having too much fun with the simple life. Cooking over wood is a mindful and humbling process. One that learns you a bit more patience and certainly makes you appreciate the food more. Make sure you abide by county fire restrictions if you’re camping! Be safe and have fun with it! I’m a pyro. Love y’all!
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I’m no blacksmith, but I understand the basic concept behind forging steel weapons. Submerging the metal under lava hot liquid and then beating it with a hammer into the shape desired. That’s the process behind creating a weapon called a sword. Quite literally the human body hardens and forms into a superior weapon with each difficult strike it absorbs as well.
Resilient: The capacity to recover quickly from difficulties. It’s one of my favorite adjectives. The best part about it, no matter who you were yesterday or what background you come from you can choose to be resilient starting today. It’s a mental decision that callouses over time and becomes more who you are rather than a mental practice. Humans are extremely resilient, able to adapt to countless unexpected curve balls in life. The most powerful muscle in our body is the brain. Control your mind and you control everything else.
In college football the offseason is everything. How you prepare is how you play. We were a good football team while I played and no doubt part of that success came from our burning passion in the weight room. One day at the end of our lift we had a group finisher. Everyone was to hold out 10lb plates (I can’t remember which it was) in a lateral shoulder hang position. I’d say there were about 40 of us, last man holding the plates wins. It was a matter of resilience, I was the last one holding the plates. I knew I would be as soon as we started, even more so once the final guys faced off staring at each other. Whether you’re lifting weights, running miles, or hopping on a crucial business call complete the process in your mind, first. You’re on autopilot after that.
Always give your best effort. Never sell yourself short, that quality of works drips into other avenues of life. A task isn’t complete until it’s done.
Never give up. Resilience. A decision made that regardless what happens in life you’ll adapt, learn and grow. Get knocked down 9 times stand back up 10.
Be grateful. For every day, for every workout, for every safe sleep, for every visit with someone you care about. Appreciate each moment.
Presence. Be exactly where you are, nowhere else. So much is gained there.
Let it go. Never take things personally. Leave someone else’s frustration in their life, don’t welcome it into yours. People don’t bother you when you don’t take things personally.
Don’t lie. Always speak the truth and always speak what’s on your mind. Nothing positive comes from masked feelings.
Don’t gossip. There can’t be much more unhealthy for the individual and collective society than evil of the tongue. Spread positivity and watch positivity come back to you.
Equanimity. Just breathe. Stay calm in high-pressure situations. Never get too high or too low, all feelings are replaced by another. Don’t attach yourself to the emotions of a moment that will fade away.
Follow your gut. It won’t lead you wrong. You’re being pulled in that direction for a reason. Trust it.
Live with purpose. If you’re not buzzing with energy for the day when you wake up, make adjustments that provide that for you! I promise life is more enjoyable that way. Follow your passions!
Love everyone you see for five minutes. I saved this for last because I believe it’s most vital. Give love, get love! Put others before you and fill your heart with extra exuberance. We’re all connected souls living in the collective dream of the planet. Lift others and watch how you lift yourself!
Far from claiming to have it figured out, but I have figured out these help. If you’re in a rough patch right now screenshot this list and refresh on them in the morning for 7 days and see how the habits help. Love you all!
“Better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war”
Dog parks are such a vibe. They’re like the best vibes actually. You often go when the weather is nice out, the sun is shining and people are smiling. Home to typically friendly and happy dogs accompanied by typically friendly and happy humans. Concoction for joy.
Kentucky dog parks are cool. They’re usually open and fenced in with plenty of room to run. Florida dog parks were unique in that you can find some on the beach. Makes for a dirty Duke but it’s fun. And my favorite was in Tampa at a series of off leash trails in a palm tree setting, super vibes.
Colorado dog parks have taken the crown though. The best in Denver is hands down at Cherry Creek State Park. It’s like $13 to get in but you get all access to the lake and trails. Paddleboarding there is always great cause the water is typically calm, unlike what I’m used to in Florida. The dog park there is off-leash and I believe it’s actually over 100 acres. It’s incredible. The back side of it stays along a river many people even walk thru barefoot with the pups. So relaxing.
The dog park we’ve frequented in the mountains at Estes Park is nowhere near the size, but far more of a scenery overload. The town sits in a valley surrounded by peaks as high as 14,000 feet all within view of the dog park. It sits on a lake that is as filled with wildlife as any I’ve seen. All us people passing by everyday are in their environment. Every day there are countless geese, vultures, small birds I know not the names of yet, hawks and even eagles. It’s fascinating to see there are so many of them out, until the eagles show up. Usually just one but if you’re extra lucky both. When they come out to fish in the lake there’s not another bird in sight. The respect they command hits different. The call they make is mistakable to none. I get a chill down the back of my neck every time I hear one and turn on auto lock to locate it. Eagles and hawks are two of my favorite animals.
The city of Estes built a nesting pole about 30 feet high that a pair of Ospreys staked as home. Through my time spent here there’s been a fledgling growing on the nest. The parents scoop fish all day and bring it back to their little one. Shredding and feeding them to the youngin until he or she learns to provide for itself. I’ve seen them catch multiple fish in a morning. Met a cool gentleman photographing the hawks that specific day. You gave me inspiration and for that I thank you Larry, hope you’re doing great!
Maybe more impressive than the respect the eagles command, is the fearless courage the hawks showcase when their nest is approached on. Chasing vultures away is more or less routine but their extra loud calls of ‘do not approach’ and superior quick jabs at the eagle chase them off every time they get too close. I watch in awe. A kewl fact, many hawks mate for life.
My favorite ancient Egyptian God is Horus. Horus was the hawk/falcon headed spirit. Son of the King of the afterlife, he was known as a guide for deceased spirits making their afterlife journey. His right eye represented the sun and his left the moon. To this day hawks are known to be one of the most common spirit animals interacting with humans in this physical real were in. I don’t find that coincidence.
The flying courage of those birds drips down on the dog park as well. Small dogs always pack the biggest fight. Duke and I have made true friends with a guy I’ve met there and his pup. Jim and Lucas. Lucas the truly fearless, growing, shepherd mix young lad. Jim let me have my amazon order delivered to his place, muchas gracias hermano. It’s been a blessing meeting some really cool regulars there. But to the incessantly nagging ones who try to run the dog park and all its inhabitants, chill.
I’ve noticed big dogs are more common here than anywhere I’ve been. Many of them live on land with a cabin on it or spend a big chunk of time hiking and biking thru trails with their human, in big game country. Numerous people I’ve met said they got theirs to watch over the kids when they play outside, having a mix of mountain lions and bobcats around their area. Told you dogs are sick. Naturally these protective ones here have BDE and ‘you’re not picking on me’ vibes. I’ve seen more chippiness up here than before too. Both with Duke and without.
Most notably to see was with two ‘wolf dogs’. Both of them mostly wolf, very little dog. At the ‘dog’ park. Missing something?
One was of Alaskan decent, quite a bit bigger than Duke and fur the color of a yellow lab. He was gorgeous and intimidating at the same time. He was friendly with all the small dogs but hair stood up once it started walking towards Duke. Duke is used to being the biggest so when an XXL dog comes by he’s defensive, more so just standing his ground. He rarely starts shit, but he won’t ever take shit. The two didn’t even make it past close eye contact and attempting to say hello before they were both growling and quickly jumping at each other’s faces. Front paws on the other chomping grills like a grizzly. Fortunately I was right there next to them and just pushed in between throwing them apart. They both tried a second time and I did the same thing, yelling at them. Thankfully they stopped and I grabbed Duke and walked away. I learned it’s no surprising occurrence for the wolf owners as I looked up to see the guy still 30 yards away, drinking his coffee and walking away as if nothing happened.
Next occurrence was more intense though. We walked in the entrance to see a shorter old guy with a painfully swollen looking beer belly. Lying beneath him was his midnight black, grey wolf. Lying prone at complete attention, ears and hair down the spine standing up this wolf was ready to assert dominance over any being that walked in. Good luck to the four legged ones. Probably 6 inches taller than Duke and every single pound of 150. I’d bet the over. Duke’s slimmed down about 5 since our hiking extravaganza started, he’s about 120. A lean St. Bernard and mega fit I’ll add. This was an extra huge and intimidating animal. In fact the dog park is split into three sections. One for small dogs you can enter directly. And then two large, connected chunks divided for all others. They were at the entrance of the first area, not another dog on the same side they were all in the second portion. You had to walk by them to get there. I’m sure all the others felt blocked off to the back area.
As we walked closer towards them his wolf jetted at a quick trot straight to Duke. “Yours neutered!?” he belches. We’re at the dog park and he’s full grown. “Of course.” Didn’t even turn my next thought into a sentence before the wolf tried putting his chin on Duke’s head. When Duke bucked back defensively with his hair up the wolf instantly lunged teeth out. Backed with instinctual intent those chompers were a scary sight. As Duke tried jumping up to meet the bigger beast it’s weight was already pushing back down on him. This wolf was even bigger than the Alaskan one and moved quicker, the damn thing would be an alpha in the wild. Go hunt bears or something with this not dogs at the dog park, jackass.
In that first split moment I already felt the urge if those two really went at it like that his wolf would probably kill Duke within 60 seconds. All empathy aside in that moment I almost straight kicked it in the side of the neck but I decided to grab it anyways. As it was starting to move overtop of Duke I grabbed it by the hide of its neck and yanked that SOB as hard as I could. I only threw it back about 5 feet. I went to shield Dukems as it started coming back and I just kicked at its head and neck. 5-10 long seconds later Billy Bob rolled his way over hollering and grabbed his wolf. He started making a reluctant apology that clearly carried zero weight and I’ve got nothing to do with fake energy like that. “Seems pretty damn intense to be at the DOG park” I snapped and just walked off. Definitely one of those moments when you feel rage, but it would serve no purpose. Deep breath and walk away.
That said, it was just a couple days after this I was talking with a nice, pretty gal while her big pup played with Duke in the lake. In talking about big dogs she asked if I’d seen the black wolf there. It had pinned her 6-month-old dog down the week before and Billy Bob blamed it on her pup not being neutered!! Some times people need snatched up out of love for everyone else. Or how bout neutered instead? Haven’t seen him, here’s to that jackass reading this.
Love y’all! Tune in, promise I’m just getting warmed up.