It’s been five years since I found Bruno, and now he goes almost everywhere with me, except when I travel overseas for long-term photography assignments or expeditions. He is my little shadow, and often I find myself looking around in circles to see where he is, only to realize he’s already at my side. I never have to think about where he is or if he’s getting into any mischief — unless there is a pizza nearby, because it’s his favorite food, and he knows how to get it. I can’t seem to find a trail too long or mountain too large for him to bag, even with his short little legs. I don’t know many other dogs that have ridden horses and motorcycles, surfed, pretended to be a mountain goat, or enjoyed countless nights of camping or hogging the bed in five-star hotels.
