I have discovered the impossibility of jogging with 2 dogs: an old one who doesn't want to be out at all and drags 4 feet behind, and a young exuberant one who pulls 4 feet in front and wants to eat grass and chase rabbits. So we compromise. We only walk a mile or so, but zig and zag, go backwards and in circles to train the young one not to pull and to pay attention. The old one never gets that far from home so is also satisfied. Both get lots of training treats for watching me and for leaving rabbits, grass, and other dogs strictly alone. It works.
As for me, I am having to learn patience with a capitol "P", and to make myself get on the "dreadmill" for a jog when we return home. This is jogging week 12, so it should now be a habit, right? (Not so much.)
"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience." Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Do or do not, there is no try." Yoda
(Good luck tomorrow on your marathon, Jason. We are proud. Mom.)
Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
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