A Bone To Pick

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