running with buddy

this is buddy
(my mom likes to make him wear bandanas)

buddy is a cute dog and all, full of energy and spunk, but lord is he annoying. he's locked up in his crate all day when i'm at work so i felt bad when i got home this afternoon and needed to go for my run. i didn't want to make him hang out in his crate for another hour.

i should've just hardened up and left him in there and gotten my run in alone, but no, i had a soft spot and took him with me.

first of all, he has the need to sniff and/or pee on every leaf, twig, mail box, sign post, tree... you name it, he sniffs it and pees on it. this really helped with our splits. i tried telling him that but he just wouldn't listen.

then he yanks on the leash whenever he feels like it because he sees or hears or smells something that he has to chase after and is, of course, in some direction other than the one i am trying to go. he also likes to stop in his tracks, directly in front of me, which i swear will one day cause me severe injury.

in the middle of the run he puts on his show and starts to slow down as if he is tired, but i know he is not because he's done this to me before and i have to pull on the leash and give him some words of encouragement to keep going. it's all an act because once you hit the homestretch (or see someone else with a dog) he takes off full sprint.

meanwhile i'm just trying to run, but my form is suffering because i have to continually pull on the leash and jump over the dog, and it just gets a little irritating.

six miles later we arrive back at the house and i wasn't in a bad mood towards him and his funky running so i gave him a few dog treats with his dinner. i heated up my dinner (leftovers), scooped out my protein powder and mix it with water, and sat down in the living room to eat. i got up for 2 seconds to take out my contacts, i went out of my way to put my food on top of the tv armoir to ensure he can't reach it, but left my protein glass on the floor by my chair.

i'm back in the bathroom taking out my contacts and i notice he didn't follow me back (he usually tails you wherever you go), that dog better not be doing what i think he's doing! of course i come running back out only to find him lapping up my protein. seriously?!? ok now i'm ticked. he didn't drink it all but i'm not really into dogs mouths/tongues, and i'm pretty grossed out about having to drink the other half of it after him.

i gave him a smack on the butt and the nose (sorry peta, but i was mad) and called him a bad dog about 5 times. at least he will recover well from the run after drinking half my protein. (and he sure better not get diarrhea from it tonight!)

pm run: 6 miles w/ the dog, 57:03 (including sniff and pee breaks, avg pace 9:30), avg/max hr (140/173)

eating my bojangles cinnamon biscuits
(when i dog-sat back in the spring)