A Bone To Pick
August 26th 2019
Dear Diary, ‘Today was the best! Dad took me out running, again!
We had a terrible start. He had purchased some new torture devices
to run with that he said were more “my size” but I didn’t believe him.
Whats a dog like me to do anyway? I had to make him work for it.
And of course give it a good pre chew while he read the box.
The packaging said XL but I don’t think those people have met me.
Being 96 pounds at nine months old is something only a Great Dane
could do. Anyway, after an appropriate amount of struggling I allowed
him to buckle the clips and we were on our way. I LOOOOVE running.
I’m a natural but Dads still getting the hang of it. I swear I’ve cut in front
of him a thousand times and he still acts surprised and tells me to stay
on his right side. WHAT ABOUT THE SMELLS ON THE LEFT?? We jogged
a really long time. He says we have a race coming up and we need to be prepared.
I’m never the one out of breathe though so I’m not sure what he means.
I keep hearing him say “my best behavior” but I'm always the best so we
will see how that goes. It started to rain on us and I thought maybe we would
stop but nope, Dad says you can’t quit just because its raining. Which was
fine with me, I splashed him with the puddles every chance I got. He said
we made good time this go around but it would have been better if I’d pee
at home. I think it would be better if he could just run faster to make up for it.
Oh well, I’ll get him trained eventually. Till tomorrow!
Xoxo HARLEY
Xoxo HARLEY