Today’s weather was a sunny and balmy oasis in the midst of
an otherwise dreary, cold, and icy winter. Temperatures soared into the high-60s,
and I was determined to make the best of this rare, precious gem. So…I played
hooky this afternoon (sorry Heather), and left the office a bit early.
This winter has been brutal, but I have to say that I
honestly kept to my workout schedule and have considerably boosted my physical
ability. About a mile into my jog,
however, I realized that my dog, Pasha, had not survived the winter unscathed.
Her snorting, laying down in the middle of the greenway, and “fake” peeing so
that we could stop really put a damper on the workout. If you have met Pasha,
you know that she is no light-weight. Usually a jolly ball of muscle and enormous
spunk, she was really struggling. Just look at her. Pitiful...
It was then that I realized that I have not been a good winter dog owner. As any dog owner knows, taking your loved one out in below freezing temperatures does not bring out the best in you. The trips are often rushed, filled with undignified pleas of “Hurry up. Go potty. Please, go potty” in that weird voice reserved only for pets and small children. Cool points gone.
I digress as always, so back to the point. Beginning
tomorrow, Pasha will begin her “fit plan” to get back to her normal weight and
exercise routine. I am not saying she has to get back to hiking status of years
past when, thanks to Griffin McClure, we got lost in the woods for several
hours only to run out of water, get stung by a swarm of bees, and encounter
every spider web known to man before finding our way out of the jungle. Not
really the jungle, just Uwharrie, but who is counting? No, she just needs to make it through the
three mile run and assist in my training for the upcoming sprint triathlon. Wish
her luck! Maybe I will get her some zebra print sweatbands. After all, she has
to look good while working out.
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