When Jess and I started dating, our whole relationship was surrounded by exercise; running, running, and more running. We were not only training for a marathon, but his crazy dog Trooper, who I often refer to as legs (because that's mostly what he is), needs a lot of exercise. We established early on that if Trooper did not at least run 6 miles a day, he was sure to get into something. Some days that was a box of pancake or brownie mix (which my carpet still bears witness of). Other days it was my coveted Ralph Lauren down comforter that he tore to shreds.
The running wasn't neccessarily a bad thing - I did have a marathon to train for, but I wondered what would happen in the winter...when I really no longer wanted to run 6-9 miles a day...Would I just have to sacrifice all of the beautiful, material things in my life? So that Trooper could work through his excess energy? Luckily, we found the perfect solution...
We discovered that Trooper not only likes to run with us, but also with our vehicles. Who knew? This is great because we can make Trooper run indefinitely at about 21 mph - for miles - until he has not one ounce of energy left. And me? I'm usually in the truck sipping on a fresca. I love exercise.
Occasionally he gets sidetracked and chases a ground squirrel, or a deer, or a skunk (which was the case this weekend, but that's a different post). After his hunt, he'll quickly resume his position in front of the truck...
On this particular day, Trooper ran about 20 miles like this. Back and forth to the cabin gate numerous times. It is the one type of exercise that Trooper and I both get equally excited about...
Sam? Not so much. He'd rather be in the truck sipping a Fresca with me.
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