If I were a Native American my name would be "Runs with Dogs" but most likely, "Naps with Dogs". I love my dogs. Does anything else need to be said?
They never talk back. They never cry about putting on shoes. They never empty your purse and put your favorite lipstick in the toilet (this happened this morning and I am still cranky about it).
However, they, and one dog in particular, runs away. Every chance she gets. This morning, I was getting ready to go meet some ladies from my running group for a track workout and guess who decided to give me a track workout in the street in front of my house. Here's me, running down the middle of my quiet suburban street like a screaming crazy person. At this point I think my neighbors roll their eyes and simply watch the comedy from their windows, or else they have learned to turn their hearing aids off because the Magni's are in town.
I think the that the true test of fitness is measured not in how quickly I can run a 5k or around a track but how quickly I can wrangle a small (45 lbs.- that is small for us...) creature who is in the midst of chasing a critter.
Run on friends, and when in doubt let me know and you can borrow the mutt....
