I ran 4.95 miles today. It felt so good! I wanted to die when I started, but I kept going. Then felt just fine in the middle and towards the end did not want to stop!
But that is not the most exciting thing that happened today.
I run with my dog, Cooper. He... does better with a choke collar but I couldn't find it today. So We are just running along and then I see this dog up the street from us. I rolled my eyes, I could tell he was going to follow us, I just knew it. But I didn't pay any attention to him until he tried to sneak up on Cooper. So I turned around and told him to sit in my most commanding voice. He didn't, but Copper did, so I must have done something right. The dog just kept coming forward so I walked up to it and put my hand out, seeing as it didn't bite it off like Renee's dog tried to, I think he must have liked me. So Then I pushed him away.
I forgot one of the most important details of my story.... Cooper is a huge dog, coming up to my hip, but he is also the biggest coward I have ever met. He is scared of the broom, for goodness sake!
So, as you can imagine, Cooper is hiding behind my legs this whole time, nearly tripping me in the process. After a few minutes of fending the dog off he backs off a few feet and I decide it is time to start running again. Cooper and I run, but the dog gets closer and closer, zig zagging as if that will throw me off. He seriously looked like he was a bad spy.
I tell Cooper to sit and stay as i turn and start walking towards the other dog, who is still coming at me, hiding behind the 2 inch grass. Cooper does an excellent job of staying... until I start running toward the other dog. cooper must have thought that he was going to get left behind or something because he starts running toward me.
Luckily, this is what scared the dog off and I was able to finish my run in peace.
Well mostly peaceful.
On the way back to my house we ran into three more dogs, but they were all tied up so all they could do was bark and growl at us.
But as I said before, Cooper is a coward and he started pushing against my legs, trying to knock me over, or maybe he was trying to protect himself with me. huh... I wonder which it was?
any way it got bad enough that I stopped him and scolded him for a moment. Yes, I scolded my dog.
Dogs are like children, they need to be scolded. If they are just comforted and loved every time they do something wrong, they will end up disobedient and full of themselves.
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