Four of my five “pigs” watching as number 5 and I load into the Jeep to travel for a long hike. Don’t worry, the rest of the crew rotates through their morning hikes as well. No dog gets neglected and my old fat arse logs many daily miles in the various parks in our vicinity.
My wife and I adopted Huckleberry this spring, without knowing much, beyond the fact that he was 9 years old, from Louisiana, and his old owner had died.
Turns out, he LOVES Jeeps. The first time we took him out to the truck, he went straight to the JT and started dancing by the door to get in. At first we thought he was just smart, but later on we realized that he tries to chase any Wrangler he sees, and doesn't care about other cars. Best guess is that his old owner had a Jeep, and they went on lots of rides together.