Some people go to the gym to workout…but me? I chase my dog.
He found a weak spot in the fence and took advantage of the situation. I’m in shorts, tearing up my legs running through the scratchy, dried out soybean field – chasing my 140 pound ball of muscle and fluff through the brush over acres of countryside. He doesn’t make it easy for me, not by a mile. After I finally caught up to him, we were both out of breath and had to sit down right there in the woods to take a breather. If I did this every single day, I could be in tip top shape in NO time.
This isn’t the first chase, but I sure hope it could be the last [we’ve got to strengthen our fence!]. But I still love him and can’t imagine life here without him.