So, yesterday morning I got so much done around the house... Left it in good shape, put on my favorite spandex pants and packed up a change of clothes and my little doggie and drove here: www.callawaygardens.com
Look it up. It's just beautiful and I just LOVE having it close by... I pretend it's just for me. And sometimes it feels that way... not enough people enjoy it!
Anyway, this was the first time I ever took my dog Muffin with JUST ME to run. Someone else is always there when we go out. And she acts like she loses her mind the second she gets out of the car, y'all. I'm talking, pulling on the leash, can't make her slow down, can't get her to just GO PAST people, can't keep her to one side of you... It's just awful. And outside of public situations, Muffin and I really have a love-hate relationship. I love her because she's so darn cute and sweet. But sometimes Muffin makes me want to stand on my head and shoot fireballs. You could say that sometimes she send me into a rage. Sometimes I just have to walk away from Muffin and count to 10... Like when I find poop on my stairs after 6 months of her being supposedly potty-trained. Or when she runs away from my son outside and heads STRAIGHT for the road, ears tucked back, wild eyes wide open, and her whole body crouched low to the ground running like and %$^%&^ ROCKET. Or when she will NOT go pee outside and it's 22 degrees and she just HAS TO SNIFF EVERY FRIGGIN' ACORN IN THE YARD OR SHE CANNOT GO.
Moving on. So I had already made up my mind that if she turned into Demon Dog as soon as we got out, then Muffin would be spending a very lonely day in the car... which I didn't feel too bad about since I think looking out the window at nature has to be better than staring at our dirty laundry in the washroom all day....
So, Muffin gets out. Pink Polka Dot leash is secured. She looks at me. She looks calm enough....
I set up the Garmin and start walking... She prances beside me. SHE PRANCES BESIDE ME. Like the dignified lap dog I knew was inside her... Like one of those old lady's trained doggies that can be toted in a dog purse... Like she HAS A BRAIN. AND IS USING IT. She just stepped so sweetly right in sync with me. Apparently, this tells me something - Little Boy is never coming with me again if I bring Muffin. I sped up, she sped up. I jogged, she jogged. I walked, she pranced. I was so proud. I was so darn proud.
Thank you, Lord.
That little poochie went FOUR MILES with me. I couldn't believe she acted right all four miles. Muffin, I take back that time I said you were a &*%&^%*&$&^%&(^*&^(*&%^$#$%. I even apologize for screaming that I wish you would ^%$@#*(!*@)&.
So, Muffin, I dedicate this post to you, ya little mutt. You scratch too much, you smell funny on Saturdays before your bath, you steal and chew up Little Boy's Nerf bullets, but I love you. There, I said it. I love you. You're just too dang cute. And besides that, I think you might make a good running buddy yet.
And for anyone who's curious, here's crazy ol' Muff: