We went up again a week or two after his birth to see him and got to hold him. Somewhere I even have video footage of the event. He literally fit inside the palm of my hand. Of course we couldn't take him home just then. We just wanted to see him so we made the 3 hour trip up. Six to eight weeks later, in January of 2002, we went back up to get him.I'll never forget the first night we had him. The breeder suggested to begin potty training him immediately: "Newspaper training is old hat! Take him outside every few hours especially after he drinks." Well wouldn't you know at 3:30 in the morning he needed to go out. The joys of potty training.
Two seconds later a police cruiser comes barreling down my street, a one way going the wrong way. "Excuse me sir. What seems to be..."
He was about the size of a guinea pig and I couldn't really tell if he was squatting to pee or if he was just sitting down to rest so I brought out a flashlight. There I am and 3:30 in the morning in front of my house with a flashlight peering into my bushes.
At first he thought I was a burglar trying to wield my way into the house but as soon as he saw the little Bandit he understood.
I turned around to talk to him, he saw Bandit and he began to laugh. There was the little Bandittos trying to pee on my front lawn.
"At least the neighborhood is safe," I said to the cop.He chuckled. "Have a good night and good luck with him."
So that's how Bandit got his name...me trying to break him in.
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