His spirit has clearly taken over the body of my canine sidekick Cool Hand Luke.
Early on in our ownership of Luke he displayed some daredevil qualities, including his leap from the second tier kennel he was staying in at Canada's Wonderland which resulted in a thunderous face plant on the concrete floor below.
While he has reduced these tendencies as of late and resorted to just plain being stupid - chasing after cars, antagonizing deer, running head-first into walls because he can't stop as well on ice and snow - the proof of his being the canine host for the spirit of Evel Knievel came this morning and left Sarah on the brink of tears.
Little man loves the snow - like, adores the stuff. He gets outside and bounds through the collected powder that stands about as tall as he does.
So we let him off the leash so he could have a little early morning run around and playtime post-poop when he decides to check out the building across the way from us.
No big deal - he's been over there before and no harm has come from it. Until today.
While our building starts on the ground floor and only goes up, the place across the way has a lower floor too. As such, their stairwell, which is surrounded by a three foot high stone wall, goes both up and down.
And I'm betting you can guess what Evel Knievel decided to do...
Yup, he climbed onto the stone wall and jumped.
It took a second or two for it to register with Sarah and I until she looked at me with the most worried look I've ever seen and said, "That goes downstairs!"
As we ran over towards the steps down, guess who comes prancing up the steps like nothing had happened?
100% unaffected and wondering what all the commotion was about, Luke shook off some accumulated snow and proceeded to waddle over to our steps, ready to come inside for an early morning treat.
I can't tell you how thankful I am that our balcony is enclosed...