Tintin could wear his beloved harness.
Ever since he was little and he got hurt,
he'd always have something wrapped around his chest.
At first, it was the bandages, which he immediately scratched off.
So, I made him a makeshift sweater out of my son's old socks.
Once he was healed enough not to wear it,
he became very paranoid, very nervous.
He wouldn't leave the garden and if I tried taking him outside,
he would immediately sprint back home.
So, I found a harness for him, so he could get a taste of nature and maybe, just maybe,
that would ease him back to the wild.
But, that simply wasn't meant to be.
No matter how hard I tried, no matter how often I would tried,
Tintin would always run straight back home.
When the authorities gave us the warning,
we had a whole year to trained and ease him off the harness.
But I, as well as the community already knew what the outcome would be.
Again, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how often and which way I tried,
Tintin would sprint right back home.
Not only that, but he would become so utterly terrified,
that he would completely disregard his own safety, just to get home.
He would run straight past other humans, dogs and cats, in a frantic sprint.
Once I would catch up to him back home, he would be waiting there,
in a complete and utter panic attack.
Gasping for air, hyperventilating, shaking and tremoring violently.
Needless to say,
I didn't continue the training for a whole year.
So instead, we got ourselves a fence,
so Tintin could feel safe and secure in his own little garden.
It worked and he has never attempted climbed the fence,
despite other squirrels showing him,
by running in and out of the garden daily,
despite nature constantly calling him and despite mating season
calling him twice every year.
So there you have it, the back story of the now banned harness.
To the authorities defence, they're only following the law,
regarding the captivity of wildlife.
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