dangit dog

so after some really bad tv i head out for exercise for the third night in a row and took it lighter than the previous three nights because i don't want to over-do the muscles, especially since i am working the same muscles all three nights, but also because i have softball tomorrow night, possible two games, and i don't want my legs to cramp or worse and i find the usual sprinkler obstacles which i navigate mostly (dang stinky water... gonna have to figure out how to wash my running shoes) and i get home and there he is, the incredible staring dog, staring at the door as if he's been abandoned there for weeks... must seem that way sometimes with his mom hardly ever home anymore... but anyway, i decide to give him an extra walk (cuz ten a day ain't enough, ya know) and i decide to bring the phone to see how long it takes to do a lap with him and that is where the title comes from, dangit dog, he just does not know how to walk without pulling as hard as he can on the leash (though he isn't nearly as bad with me as he is with jackson) and sure enough he pulled off the leash in the dark in the street and then (here comes the dangit dog) in putting his leash back on i accidentally reset the stopwatch on the phone so my six lap times are gone forever... dangit dog... definitely not trained for walking or running (not that he could run at his age anyway)... never again, my friend... my walk/run times are my time to focus on my health, not your time... so he's sitting on his pllow panting and smiling and scratching and wagging his tail and of course, staring as if he's the center of the universe and i simply must drop what i am doing and make him the center of mine... some dogs are like that... most smaller ones, actually... alas, i shall estimate the times and learn my lesson... don't mix happiness with exercise... sheesh...

oh stop laughing (telling myself that, i am)...

narf :)