This mornings run was about a two miler with Barty amongst the great redwoods of Virginia. Well, that’s about the closest I can get at the moment, let me dream.
Barty is so full of energy at 10 years old its mind-boggling. We always start out no matter where we go with him pulling us, I think he ignored that part of his training. He is a puller, most people always joke that he is walking us. He is. But after about 20 minutes or so of running, he turns into the perfect dog, doesn’t pull, doesn’t really want to go after squirrels or other dogs. If you pull him straight out of a vehicle at a park with a tree with squirrels nearby and other dogs exiting vehicles barking it is pure hellish chaotic pandemonium. In addition to that if your lucky you might get an arm pulled out of a socket. He barks and thrashs like he’s about to murder someone if he is provoked. It’s a sight to see, but it’s just his pent-up energy immediately from exiting the car.
After I got home I threw together a hummus egg pizza thing. 2 corn tortillas, some cheese slices, 2 eggs, hot sauce and a smathering of low-fat sour cream. It hit the spot!