Thursday, October 24, 2013
A few months ago, my boyfriend and I moved into an apartment with our two somewhat large dogs. These dogs go almost everywhere with us, and they love to go out. My boyfriend is home most of the day with them, but they don't see me for a few hours, so when I get home, all heck breaks loose.
Nikki, the black dog, and Buster, the brown dog, both greet me at the door. Nikki contently sits by my side until I pet her. Buster goes ballistic. He runs down the hall, runs to the living room, does a few circles, runs down the hall again, grabs a toy from the toy box, runs into the living room with the toy and depending on how he feels, body slams Nikki out of the way for me to pet him or sits down and chews on his toy.
My boyfriend and I can only guess this is for one reason. When I come home the fun begins!
We take them them for a walk. Depending on the day they may get to walk to the library, or walk to Target. We go in the car so we can walk around the park or the local downtown area. On the weekends we drive to new and longer adventures. We go on hikes, we find new coffee shops, we meet new people. Earlier this year, we took them to the Grand Canyon, which is where the photos were taken.
How can I refuse a walk after all that excitement? I really can't. And if I'm feeling a little bit unmotivated, I just have to remember I will burn the calories one way or another, whether it be walking the dogs around or scrubbing the rug. (Yeah, they always get their walks.)