Run

Me and the big guy just got back from a three mile run. I stepped in a big stickery weed and had to stop for a few moments while he dug the cockleburs out of my feet. But then we ran again. I'm ready to sleep.

Go dog go

I dragged that big guy who lives at my house through the thick slow crowds and over the five-kilometer road course at the Oatmeal Walk in Lafayette last weekend in about 39 minutes, but the best, most surprising part, was when I got to see my Spinone pal Winston not just once but twice. Woof!