So I went for my run this morning, and I passed a man with a dog. I think it was a golden retriever mixed with something else. The dog was not on a leash, but appeared to be well behaved. So well behaved, in fact, that she must have felt sorry for me running all alone and decided to keep me company. As I passed them, the dog turned right around and began running by my side and excitedly jumping around. The man was calling for her and apologizing to me – eventually she went back with her owner and I carried on my run.
Honestly? It was kind of fun to run with a dog, even if it was only half a block (if that). There was a small part of me that hoped she would keep running with me the entire way. When we grow up, I think I want a big dog to run with. Except J-M and I already agreed on a wiener dog. Something tells me they arent the best running companions – although running with a wiener dog would be good for my self esteem – with those short little legs, it should tire out waaaaay before I do.
