The Obligatory Running of the Dog
I nearly skipped my run last night thinking my weight workout was enough, but my heart strings were tugged when I looked into the backyard and noticed the poor pitiful creature my family adopted. I wasn't sick. Spending time with my husband was out, because he needed to study. And sadly enough, my clothes from pre-third-baby still don't fit. So, I grabbed the leash and ran out the door with my puppy.
Ernie is a good dog. He is very mindful and wants to please us. He stays right by my side without tugging on the leash the entire run (unless an attractive bitch catches his attention). The only problem with Ernie is that the kiddos don't like to play with him. Neither the kids or Ernie are really to blame. Ernie is a nearly 60 pound part-lab/part-brittany-spaniel puppy. When he plays with the kids he has the tendency to knock them down or use too much of his energy. This is a bit overwhelming for them, and so they stay away.
Anyhow, I do need Ernie to keep me company on my nightly runs. I've had a couple encounters with spoiled teenagers behaving badly and rogue attacking dogs. Ernie has come to expect his runs now too. This is what he looks forward to and this is his 'work' besides barking at the weirdos behind us.
Well, while out on the run I scored a decent find. For a while I have been contemplating purchasing more shelves. No big deal, right? Well it is a big deal when it always seems there is something else I have to fork over money for, and all of these little things add up fast for a family that decided to exit the rat-race to raise the kids without daycare or public schools. Well what did I find laying on the curb on my running route? Yes! A solid set of shelves! I went ahead and finished the run with the dog. (Ernie was the reason I was out there to begin with.) I told my husband about my find and we excitedly prepared the sport bus (minivan) for cargo. After having hoisted the heavy set of shelves into the sport bus, I got so excited I continued to look over other trash piles on the way home. In another trash pile I found a perfectly good stroller I could donate, a nice outdoor ornament I would never spend money on due to priorities, and a cute set of clay tea light holders. Whoo hoo! I relunctantly headed home even though I knew thousands of other trash piles beckoned. My husband was probably already wondering where I was and it would be a little funny to be considered a missing person due to my trash-digging euphoria.
Overall, I do believe our arrangement with Ernie is working. He gets attention at night while the kiddos are snoozing. He gets nice large rawhide bones, receives better medical care than most of the people in the world, and gets to see to it that no food in the house goes wasted. I get a great running partner that never complains, a floor cleaner after the baby has eaten, and some unexpected blessings. Besides, he was brought to us by a nun that saved him from destruction as a nursing pup. Ernie is "on a mission from God". lol
Ernie is a good dog. He is very mindful and wants to please us. He stays right by my side without tugging on the leash the entire run (unless an attractive bitch catches his attention). The only problem with Ernie is that the kiddos don't like to play with him. Neither the kids or Ernie are really to blame. Ernie is a nearly 60 pound part-lab/part-brittany-spaniel puppy. When he plays with the kids he has the tendency to knock them down or use too much of his energy. This is a bit overwhelming for them, and so they stay away.
Anyhow, I do need Ernie to keep me company on my nightly runs. I've had a couple encounters with spoiled teenagers behaving badly and rogue attacking dogs. Ernie has come to expect his runs now too. This is what he looks forward to and this is his 'work' besides barking at the weirdos behind us.
Well, while out on the run I scored a decent find. For a while I have been contemplating purchasing more shelves. No big deal, right? Well it is a big deal when it always seems there is something else I have to fork over money for, and all of these little things add up fast for a family that decided to exit the rat-race to raise the kids without daycare or public schools. Well what did I find laying on the curb on my running route? Yes! A solid set of shelves! I went ahead and finished the run with the dog. (Ernie was the reason I was out there to begin with.) I told my husband about my find and we excitedly prepared the sport bus (minivan) for cargo. After having hoisted the heavy set of shelves into the sport bus, I got so excited I continued to look over other trash piles on the way home. In another trash pile I found a perfectly good stroller I could donate, a nice outdoor ornament I would never spend money on due to priorities, and a cute set of clay tea light holders. Whoo hoo! I relunctantly headed home even though I knew thousands of other trash piles beckoned. My husband was probably already wondering where I was and it would be a little funny to be considered a missing person due to my trash-digging euphoria.
Overall, I do believe our arrangement with Ernie is working. He gets attention at night while the kiddos are snoozing. He gets nice large rawhide bones, receives better medical care than most of the people in the world, and gets to see to it that no food in the house goes wasted. I get a great running partner that never complains, a floor cleaner after the baby has eaten, and some unexpected blessings. Besides, he was brought to us by a nun that saved him from destruction as a nursing pup. Ernie is "on a mission from God". lol
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