My brother and I got dogs from the pound about 8 months ago. Knowing that they need exercise, and knowing that a Bud Heavy beer gut isn't revered by traditional standards, I started running with them around my neighborhood. Now, do you remember when you first started beating your parents in everyday activities? Basketball, crosswords, chinese checkers, these kinds of things. Well, one day I took the dogs (Jackson and Rufus) out for a run, and they kicked my ass. Speed and endurance. I jog, they trott. I run full speed, they jog. I stop after two miles (who are we kidding, maybe a half), they look at me like we just left the house.
I wouldn't let this stand. I had to find a way to get back on top of the track and field chain. And I got to tell you, it's probably the most creative thing I've done in a while...
I'm going to try to load the video again (it says I have the wrong format). I've started taking them around the neighborhood on a scooter. I've gotten them up to 20 mph. They're in really good shape.
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