“Want to go for a run?” That’s music to my dog’s ears. She knows exactly what that means.
“Who’s a good girl?” (Tail wags)
“Want to go for a run?” (Tail wags even more)
“Alright, lets go!” (Tail starts beating the floor)
And we are off. Not really off running just yet. We are heading out the door for the truck.
I hope you find it ironic that we are going to the truck to go for a run. One thing about having a dog is that I am exercising more than I was before, but I am also driving more to go exercising.
Pre dog, runs would normally commence at the doorstep and eventually lead to the Boise foothills and the trails that abound. Now, I usually hop in the truck, drive over to the foothills and start from there with the dog. It’s not really that fun running through Boise with a dog on a leash. I know she loves getting out regardless of whether she is wearing a leash or not, but she really likes the “no leash” exercise that she gets when we go for a run in the foothills.
[tags]dogs, running, exercise[/tags]
