So I tried to bring my dog with me on the running crusade. He did fine on the warm-up, 15 minutes at a good clip. Then we got into the running part. Minute one, he's fine. Walk for 1 minute. Minute two, he's fine. Walk for another minute. Minute three, he's dragging. Walk for another minute. Minute four, he's actually slowing down and looks at me in a most injured way when I try to encourage him to come on because we're almost there. And then, he sits down. Anyone who has ever been pulled by a large dog knows how much force they are capable of exerting upon a person. And when that force decides to come to a screeching halt mid-stride, you can only roll your eyes and call it like it is.I love my dog. I have moved everywhere with him. I have taken him on cross-country trips. I have bathed him and held his ass down to put drops in his eyes when he was sick and cleaned up vomit and continued to vacuum the same spots on the rug where he loves to lay. I put treats in his Kong toy with peanut butter and scratch his favorite spot just above his tail. So I feel very minimal guilt in saying that Sam is NOT going to be my running partner.
I guess it's just me and the MP3 player from now on. *sigh*
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