With delirious confusion I located the most unused item in the house, my running shoes before my body realized what we were up to and could formulate a reasonable excuse to not run. In my book many things qualify a "reasonable" excuse to not run. Too dark, too bright, too cold, too hot, too rainy, too arid, too early, too late, too sleepy, too awake, too busy, too bored, too omelettey, too um... tofu-ey.
Today I staggered onto the porch with two new weapons. New running shoes and a new running partner.
Kylee. This is her begging for mercy/playing dead when I suggested we go running. She must have felt it was too lay in the grass and watch birds-like today to want to run. I don't blame her.
1.5 miles into our run I decided that even with new shoes and a running partner that literally pulls you along, running still was no fun. Armed with the excuse that I didn't want to "over do it" I turned around and made it a 3 mile day. Kylee is sitting in the back recuperating, drinking copious amounts of water and sulking because I didn't let her smell that cat crap and eat some of that skunk carcass. I now hold the opinion that dogs are much smarter than people give them credit for. Even Kylee almost instinctively knows that smelling crap and eating skunk carcass are better alternatives to running.
