Musing on a jog with my bestest running buddy, Tebow.
I started running with a group of women when school went back in session. Many push children in strollers. A herculean task for anyone who has ever tried to run and push child.
My black lab Tebow is the perfect house dog. He sheds, slobbers, and chews anything that isn’t cat poop. (Wait. Can’t even say that.)
So to keep my furry child from getting chubby, I leased him up and took him with the group of gals one morning.
He was hooked.
Now if I go within 8 feet of my running shoes, he pants at my side.
Each morning, the routine goes like this. Everyone piles in the car to go to school. After drop off, me and Tebow pull into the church lot to run.
When he thinks time is drawing near for the kids to leave.
His excitement builds in the Primary School carpool line. (Which was EXTRA long today.)
After dropping brother and sister off, it’s “game on” pulling into the church parking lot.
After checking in with everyone…and a tad disappointed there were no other four-footed joggers this morning.
We are off!
It’s rather like water-skiing. Except that there’s no water and you’re staring at someone’s rear end.
We have to play catch-up sometimes. Tebow stops to do the things dogs do when they finally are OUTSIDE in fresh air surrounded by the fresh smells of all the billions of dogs who have run the race before him.
All done.
Did you get exercise in today? Did your dog?
