It's a fact of life: dogs get into your heart in a way that most other things can't. They can be the very best of companions and the epitome of loyalty. My little dog, Gunner, has followed my husband and I on hikes that left his poor paws worn raw (much to our shame and dismay - and much to Gunner's chagrin as we are now considering getting him some hiking booties). He truly would go anywhere with us. That is the definition of man's best friend.
To be up in the mountain wilderness and to watch your dog run free like the wild being that he is at heart is a spellbinding experience. Your sweet, household pet is transformed before you into a wild creature in his natural element. It's beautiful. It's frightening. The bliss in his face is apparent and melt-worthy.
When the adventure of the day is through, and you collapse onto your bed with your little pal, each of you wiped from a day of exploration, and getting back in touch with your primal roots, there is nothing like the undying love and devotion seen in your dog's eyes. What is an adventurous life without a dog to share it with?