Once again, Juno proves that she is really a German Shepherd in a Siberian Husky suit. Coming back from our walk, I unleashed the dogs once we got onto the pasture on our property. She immediately put her nose to the ground and followed a scent. As soon as we go to Upper Nitwit trailhead, we found her scent object: a young guy rolling a doobie on one of our foot bridges. Loki, the rough-tough GSD, on the other hand, was unusually friendly with the strange dude, proving that he is just a toker in a GSD suit.
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