Taylor Swift had a squad—me? I’ve got instincts, confidence… and a solo squirrel strategy.

Why One Dog’s Lone Wolf Energy Changed the Morning at the Park (and Possibly Your Life)

Fall behind or find your own lead—this sniff-strategy changes everything

"You can’t sit with us," barked the squad of pedigree poodles, all velvet bows and synchronised tail flicks. To be fair, they didn’t actually say it—but their eyes did. And as the only Rottweiler in a sea of fluffy coordination, I got the message: I wasn’t part of the ‘pack.’

And you know what? That was the moment I realised—I didn’t need one.

I am the pack. One dog. One mission. Multiple snack stops.

Used to follow the group—now I lead the vibes

You see, back in my rookie pup days, I thought the dog park was a loyalty audition. I’d bounce from buddy to buddy, trying to sniff my way into groups. Posture perfect, tail wag on rhythm, yadda yadda.

But something changed the day I stopped waiting for a pack to accept me… and started chasing my own sticks (metaphorically, and okay, literally).

That’s when the tongue-out freedom started. No imitation barks. No copycat tricks. Just me, raw and real, leading my own charge from the fountain to the mulchy throne behind the oak tree.

The Pack Isn’t a Place. It’s a Vibe—and You Can Set It

Hoomans spend a lot of time figuring out where they fit in. Dog mums in yoga pants scroll feeds, wondering if their leash choice says “eco-chic” or “last-season sad.” Meanwhile, their pups just want the biscuit and a scratch behind the ear.

The problem? You think being “with the pack” means being liked. But sometimes, being liked is the leash. And being free? Now that’s the off-leash joy we live for.

When you realize you set the tone, not them, things shift:

• Your walk? Now strut-like. Confident. Purposeful.
• Your choices? Authentic. Not filtered through pack approval.
• Your presence? Magnetic. Dogs want to sniff you. Hoomans wanna pet you.

The Great 'Solo Lap' That Caused a Crowd

Last week, I trotted a solo lap ‘round the oval—no backup, no tailtrain. Before I got halfway, one curious cocker spaniel broke formation, then a staffy followed. Three sausage dogs abandoned their synchronised sunbathe to join what became a spontaneous trail ride behind yours truly.

One solo lap. Seven new companions. Not because I begged for buddies—but because I moved like I belonged everywhere.

Old Way vs New Way

• Old Me: Waited on approval, timed my tail wags with theirs.
• Current Me: Gives a single nod-sniff and keeps moving. Growth is knowing your worth smells amazing anyway.

Now I watch packs form and dissolve like clouds drifting over a dog bed. Lovely, but fleeting. My space? Solid. Tail-wag backed. Squirrel-scout approved.

But Isn’t the Pack Safety?

Sure. But sometimes safety keeps you from the mud puddle you were meant to leap through.

You don’t need their collar labels or matching sweaters to know who you are. You’re stylish, sentimental, and pay attention to the little things—like the bed fluff pattern or the way your pup snuggles toward the sunset light.

You don’t follow trends. You follow laughter. Paw prints. That sparkle in the eye after a shared snack under the dinner table.

So the Next Time You Feel Left Out at the Dog Park…

Remember: Thor said you don't need the pack. You're already the vibe others want to wag with.

You don’t follow. You lead. With flair, fur, and a whole lotta tail swagger.

So go on, hooman. Stylise that dog bed. Snap that Insta pic. Set the tone. Not everyone will bark along, but the right ones *will* follow your scent trail.

Because you’re not just part of the pack. You are the pack.

Tail wags and solo laps,

Thor 🐾

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