Bandit: barking his "welcome home."
Me: thinking ""how cute!"
Bandit: barking at teenage boys who look like they could be trouble--or smell of weed.
Me: wondering if Bandit would screen my future dates since he is a better judge of character than I am!
Bandit: barking at the fast food drive-thru window workers.
Me: fighting a losing battle to restrain him from entering said establishment through said window. Imagine Bandit climbing over my shoulder and straining out the window while I'm fighting to grab hold of him before he sails through the air.
Fast Food Customers inside said establishment: not amused that they are being ignored in favor of an overgrown rat with a frightful shock of "Don King Hair."
Just another day in the life of a BaldOne Boy.