Or actually more of a run, sudden stop, sniff, run, walk, run jerk to the left (or right) sniff and other unmentionables! Polly dog is my parent's golden retriever and she is daft. Plain and simple really, daft! Mum and Dad have had a somewhat busy and tiring week so I decided today to combine my run with Polly - multi tasking, it's what we're good at us girls.
A few weeks back I had walked Polly around a 4 mile route from their home, in wellies and I was keen to redo the route with my iPod so I could measure the distance and record my pace etc. It was a gorgeous Sunday morning, not too cold and bright sunshine peeping over the hedges, this time I was in my proper kit, outdoor trainers (which means the muddy pair) and iPod, except said iPod refused to work, dead battery. So, we did the route again but still I have no stats.
To start Polly was ahead of me but come the end she was behind me, have I mentioned I'm a little competitive? She is used to taking her walks at pace, Dad cycles and she follows so I didn't feel too bad about making her trot along the lanes. Upon our return she walked past her water bowl straight into her basket and lay down with a big humph and gave me a look which may have said "Never again." Four hours later I had need to text Mum who dutifully replied and then informed me Polly was still asleep having only moved from basket to the front of the fire. Success then I guess, just a shame I haven't had two minutes to do the same!
Hahahaha. Brilliant!
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