A Dog Named Zeuss
Friday, February 24, 2012
Although I've been on SparkPeople since the summer of 2008, this is my first blog entry. I often read other people's blog entries and find them to be very encouraging, but I have never had success with journaling or blogging. Thanks to Cassie Johnston's blog entry from Feb.22, which I read today, I'm going to give it a shot. Who knows, maybe it will become a helpful habit. If not, there will be no harm done, but I will be able to say I tried.
I have been thinking for awhile what I would write about if I found the courage to post a blog entry. Every time my thoughts come back to the same thing: exercise and the role my dog has played in that. We got Zeuss (a combo between Zeus from Magnum PI and Dr. Seuss) as a puppy, and have had our pooch for almost 2 years now. He is a playful Husky, St Bernard cross with a sweet nature. We live out in the country on a hilly 7.5 acres. With the purpose of keeping the dog off the busy hi-way adjacent to our place, we have installed a radio fence, with a receiver collar on the dog. It works like a charm, and since using it on him he has stayed at home and out of harm's way. This also means that when I walk him (no one else likes to walk him, so the honor is all mine) we restrict our walks to the acreage. Three trips around is just over one mile, and with each trip around there are three slopes up and three down. It really is more of a hike than a walk. The shelterbelt of poplar and spruce makes it a nature trek as well, and I love that. On days that I miss walking him (he is never tied up and has the run of the place 24/7 so he can still get his exercise) he tends to misbehave, providing extra incentive for me to get out there. He really does love his people.
Even when I really don't feel like getting outside for exercise, I make the effort to go anyways, thanks to our pooch. And once I get out there the weather seems less nasty than it looked from inside, I have more energy than I realized, and I always feel rejuvinated in body and spirit. All thanks to a dog named Zeuss.