The other night I took Winnie for a 2-mile run after work. I won't be doing that anytime soon. I have enough trouble running by myself, let alone dragging a 15-pound weight. She's really more of a short distance sprinter and she hauls ass. When food is involved, she's lightening fast.
Running for a longer period of time is not her thing. She had trouble keeping up and trust me, I wasn't going that fast. We were such a sight that a homeless dude asked incredulously what I was doing to my dog. Poor Winnie.
Today she went to the park with her pug friend, Roddy, and they wore each other out. After darting around with her buddy, she crouched down low to the ground like an army dude and rubbed her belly onto the cool grass, then plunked down in the shade. Winnie plays hard and rests even harder...
Winnie and Roddy