Last year we got a new dog. He's a hyperactive poodle mix. He runs around the house like a lightning bolt, jumps like he has springs in his legs, and always has tons of energy. For grins, I decided to take him on a run. I knew he wouldn't be able to make it for my usual 10K route, so I just set out for a mile around the lake.
Turns out he's more of a sprinter than a long distance runner. He did OK for a few minutes, but began to slow significantly in less than a quarter of a mile. I let him rest a moment, then proceeded to drag him while I ran a few hundred more yards. He was trying to stop, so I picked him up and ran with him for a few steps before figuring out that was uncomfortable for both of us. I put him back down and we continued around the lake, walking at a brisk pace. Finally, after about 3/4 of a mile, he stopped. Sat on the sidewalk and refused to move. I picked him up and carried him the rest of the way home. Oh, well.
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| Coco doesn't really get into posing for pictures. |
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