Beast of a Trail Dog

He's done 50 miles, chasing a fatbike down straight gravel roads for hours. 35 miles and 6000' of climbing. Through cow, antelope, elk, deer, and turkey, through rivers (which was super hard for him at first, he was afraid of the water, I used to have to drag him across like a mother bear with a reluctant cub), through deep snow, and through crazy storms, he's always there for a ride, and nothing makes him happier than riding with me. All he asks in return is permission to drink water. Seriously, he still asks for permission to go drink sometimes, because he doesn't like to let me get ahead, so he'll only drink if I stop with him. I have so say "Go drink Bud!" He's awesome. I'm a lucky guy.