Here is my little dog. She's a bit angry with me since I've been taking her on runs...yes, runs. Don't most dogs run? She zips around the house, catching balls, jumping on strangers, and charging around playing tag with my kids, so I thought a 5 mile jaunt would be no big deal.
Well, it wouldn't have been a big deal except for the fact that once was fine with her. We went out last week and she kept up pretty well. But then I took her out the next day. She did great until we were about a mile and a half into it and then she started putting on the brakes. I encouraged her along for a bit. She seemed to be okay except for the little hobble in her steps. I didn't want to hurt her, so I turned back.
I waited two days. Surely her little pads on her feet were healed. They looked normal to me!
She seemed excited to go this morning, so I laced up my shoes and off we went on the pine-lined trail out my backyard. After one hundred yards, she put on the full stop, digging in her heels. I slowed for her, hoping she'd do her business or smell something spectacular, but she didn't. She stared me down as if saying, "How dare you make me do this again!" She's a toy fox terrier with a mind of her own and I knew she was just being stubborn. She's young--not even two--and she's been out on a 12 mile hike before, blazing the trail ahead of us. A tiny five mile jog shouldn't be too tough. She was just being a baby. So I pulled her onward, seriously, encouraging her the whole way. But she trailed behind me, pulling back as hard as she could.
After 2 and a half miles of this, I couldn't do it to her anymore. So I turned around. She'd won. I felt really guilty that she'd been so out of shape, that I'd pushed her way too hard, that I was the model citizen for the cruelty to animals poster. I was ready to walk back and even hold her if I had to, when she bolted ahead, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Then she proceeded to drag ME the whole two and a half miles home!
Was she out of shape? No way. I had a heart attack keeping up with her. Was she being lazy. Maybe.
Is she smart? You be the judge.
I decided to give up. She's a trail dog but not a runner. I'm okay with that. At least she's still cute and I love her anyway. I can always borrow a big dog from one of my neighbors if I want canine companionship on my runs.