Rufio, The Backpacker.
So, Rufio has a moving bookbag. We stuff in his two favorite collars, little chew toy and pack as many milkbones as possible inside. Its all he needs to survive. He’s had this bookbag for sometime now, I wanted to see if it still fit him since hes gotten a lot muscular over this summer. Needless to say he’s ready for our road trip to California come August. He got really excited when I put it on him, he thought we were leaving tonight. He’s so fucking cute, I just can’t stand it. I’ve trained my dogs to move and pack so well it’s sickening.
He’ll keep this bookbag on until either 1) I remove it for him or 2) when he reaches his destination. He’ll roll on his back and wiggle himself out of it. Rufio’s my road dog, guys - we’re fucking ready for our trip to the west coast!



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— High Fidelity