Yep. That's right. I learned how to drive. I mean, after all, I'm like 35 in dog years. It was about time my mom let me.
My friend, Greg, came over to our house, and Layla and Bogart had to stay outside because I'm the best. Obviously.
First, my mum got in the car with me because I sit in the front seat a lot, but I usually don't have to reach the peddles or use the steering wheel. Greg was nice and a pretty good coach. (Me thinks he coaching swimming, too. That's what mum said.)
And then they let me take the wheel!
My friend, Chantal made sure I didn't hit anything, and our neighbors even came out to watch.
And I was in two videos! Check them out!
Mum- take me to the dmv! I think I could get my license. Are thumbs required?
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.
And then last Saturday, Mom took us running on McAlpine Greenway because it was so nice outside.
And we are so good on and off leash that we got tons of compliments! Clearly this means that I should get to go running a lot more.
Even when our humans are busy, they still escape with us to the lake!
I'm not going to lie to you. Since we haven't been hiking or swimming in awhile (freakin' winter), we were a little uncoordinated at first.
Fortunately, our mom is patient. She didn't kill us, and she let us swim!
Fin and I love swimming because when we lived in Clemson, we got to run on Lake Hartwell's dyke all the time. On the other hand, Bogart is brand, stinkin' new to swimming. He did okay, but like always, he just wanted to play fetch. [Eye roll.]
He learned pretty quickly that logs can be really slippery. Mom had to help him out of the lake once. She said next time he's wearing a life jacket (if she can find it.)
Really, we like wading in the muddy parts just as much as we like swimming. And even though the lake we go to now is little-bity compared to Lake Hartwell, there are lots of herons to watch.
So we've tried out best to keep it together and actually listen so that they'll keep taking us on Friday afternoons.