I don’t do marathons. I don’t do 5Ks. I don’t even do “fun runs.” It’s just not in my nature, but I’m happy to donate towards your campaign. Go ahead, have a good time walking. I’ll be enjoying my hammock.
But the other day my family and I participated in the Boxer Luv Rescue Fun Run. It is the organization’s biggest fundraiser and we adopted our dog, Oso, from them... so exceptions were made.
It was the capstone of a year’s worth of really, really hard work training our dog. Saturday classes, in-home training, trainer supervised walks, and training the kids on how to train Oso. We could finally take our jerk-of-a-dog out in public. We also wanted to show him off to his former foster families. He was in excellent shape, with a bright shiny coat. (Footnote: I felt vindicated in our struggle when I learned his previous foster family called him LB for “little bastard,” but I digress.)
Oso was a spectacular walker. He really is in great shape.
I came home and realized Oso could have walked a 5k! a 10K! Oso would be happy to just keep walking and walking and walking.
I have concluded my dog would be the perfect Apocalypse Dog! You know, how when the apocalypse comes, it’s just going to be people walking around, looking like Will Smith. Scavenging around with their dogs. That could be our dog! Oso, you could be apocalypse dog! He would be fine walking through the rubble of civilization non-stop. He’s already very adapt at rummaging through trash. And, as the boys would say “he can rip bad guys up like a ham.”
Hopefully, the apocalypse won’t be here anytime soon. At least, I don’t think it will. I am concerned about Oso stockpiling jugs of water and barely wheat … aren’t dog’s suppose to have a sixth-sense about these things?
But the other day my family and I participated in the Boxer Luv Rescue Fun Run. It is the organization’s biggest fundraiser and we adopted our dog, Oso, from them... so exceptions were made.
It was the capstone of a year’s worth of really, really hard work training our dog. Saturday classes, in-home training, trainer supervised walks, and training the kids on how to train Oso. We could finally take our jerk-of-a-dog out in public. We also wanted to show him off to his former foster families. He was in excellent shape, with a bright shiny coat. (Footnote: I felt vindicated in our struggle when I learned his previous foster family called him LB for “little bastard,” but I digress.)
Oso was a spectacular walker. He really is in great shape.
I came home and realized Oso could have walked a 5k! a 10K! Oso would be happy to just keep walking and walking and walking.
I have concluded my dog would be the perfect Apocalypse Dog! You know, how when the apocalypse comes, it’s just going to be people walking around, looking like Will Smith. Scavenging around with their dogs. That could be our dog! Oso, you could be apocalypse dog! He would be fine walking through the rubble of civilization non-stop. He’s already very adapt at rummaging through trash. And, as the boys would say “he can rip bad guys up like a ham.”
Hopefully, the apocalypse won’t be here anytime soon. At least, I don’t think it will. I am concerned about Oso stockpiling jugs of water and barely wheat … aren’t dog’s suppose to have a sixth-sense about these things?
