My Sunday Walk/Run Thoughts and Sights

After a sedentary Montana winter, I'm ready for a more strenuous exercise program so I added running and rope jumping. I had visions of grabbing a jump rope and whipping out "hot peppers." Wrooong. Start slowly and work up, I've found. I'm up to 15 jumps and pause, repeat. Same with running. Walk, run, walk, run. It's coming.

Some thoughts and sights while doing the walk/run with Cody. I always notice houses that are at the end of a straight road. Bad Feng-Shui. See the "for sale" sign. There usually is trouble with these houses. Probably a divorce or they finally wised up that it's like shooting arrows when cars are coming directly at them.

Next we circled a small lake where the air smelled heavenly from all the trees and shrubs in full blossom. There was a crude wood step ladder leading over this fence. There's a name for them but it escapes me. Help me someone. Cody could go under and I wanted to take a picture of the steps but I was too focused on the rickety climb and I forgot.


Next we did the one mile enclosed walk by the dog pound. As I was opening the gate to enter, something bumped me from behind and if I had not been against the gate I would have gone flying. For sure. It was Tiberius, the 150 pound (still a pup) Neapolitan Mastiff. He and Cody engaged in play, making Cody (an Aussie) look chihuahua size. Tiberius' owner said he would weigh 180 at maturity. But he was a sweetie, slobbered on my running pants, and was totally pooped after one lap. Not Cody who was rearing for more but this old dame had enough and a hot soaking bath sounded like an illustrious choice. So we headed home.

What's a Poor Dog To Do?

Incarceration Sucks

Boy, it really sucks. But it was even "suckier" when I was "do'n time in the" big house." you know, Humphry Bogart lingo. I don't even know why I was there. I try to be a good dog. Then this nice lady came and adopted me and she gives me great food, takes me for walks, and gives me treats. Then the old one called "Nana" says, "Don't give the dog so many treats. She's getting fat." But I like my treats. I wish Nana would keep her mouth shut but I hear that's the way it is with Nana's. I still have this fence but there's a grassy yard behind it. Oh, and I have lots of balls to play with, too. I love balls and my little fluffy toys.

P.S Maggie, a cocker, was adopted from a dog shelter by my daughter, Lisa. A smart, good little dog. Please friends, adopt and spay your pets. These little innocent angels are at our mercy. Make a dog your responsibility, only if it's volunteering to walk a shelter dog once a week. They're worth it and you'll be loved unconditionally.