In a recent interview, I said that I wanted to start running again. See, the deal is that I have a bad hip, and so my ability to run sort of comes and goes, but when my mom puts on her running shoes, I get really excited no matter how I feel.
I used to be a great runner:
- When we lived in Clemson, SC, my mom would take us running the the experimental forests all the time.
- I even got to race with my mom sometimes.
I mean, I've had this bad hip since I vaulted over a pile of logs when I was a pup and got nailed by one of the logs in my hip. But I guess since I'm getting older (I am not that old yet!), my hoomans worry about me a little more.
They do lots of things to keep me in good shape like taking me on walks everyday and giving me glucosamine chondroitin and puppy pain killers when I need them, but I still really want to run again.
I really do just get so excited when my mom puts on her running shoes.
So I begged and begged, and finally my hoomans are letting me run a little. We don't go very fast, but that's okay with me. I just like to feel the wind in my ears.
Last Tuesday, we got to go to Matthews' Beer Temple Running Club.
Bogart didn't do so great with the traffic, but I showed him how to handle it. And Fin got to run with my dad because they're both pretty fast.
It was so much fun because there were lots of people to pet us afterwards. Again, Bogart was kind of bad--jumpy and scratchy--, but Fin and I are so good I don't think anyone minded.