A New Friendship
We got a new family dog when I was 13 years old. We had always had dogs, cats, pheasants, and even a pony as I was growing up, but Bandit was special from the beginning. He was a “recycle dog,” already a year and a half old when we got him. He was a Rhodesian Ridgeback, rejected because his ridge wasn’t complete, and he kept escaping from his previous owners.
I quickly became attached to him. He was easily trained and was very loving. He did have an annoying habit of running off through the neighborhood. We were worried that he might be killed on the streets or highways he was crossing. Once he was neutered, he stayed at home more.