Running (A Dog's Perspective)

Hi. I'm Zoe, the cutest border collie on the planet. And I'm here to tell you about running with my Mommy.

First of all, my Mommy is a liar. Last Friday, she promised me that Auntie Jenn would take me to the park. But instead, Mommy and Daddy left me at home alone with the damn cat, and I was so stressed I ate cat litter.

The next day was really nice, too, but instead of taking me to the park, Mommy and Daddy were lazy and slept all afternoon. And I still had to spend time with that damn cat.

On Monday, Mommy told me were going to the park. I was super excited, but then Mommy and Daddy started saying a lot of bad things about Comcast, and then they left me alone with the cat. Again.

Finally, yesterday my Mommy took me to the park. I always get excited when she opens the dresser drawers with her running clothes, but I never know if she is going to take me with her.

But she told me she was, and FINALLY, she was telling the truth.

I can't decide what I love more--riding in the car or running in the park. I love the car. I get to run around and chase cars and talk to everyone and everything I see. Much better than hanging out with the damn cat.

Sometimes we see people we know at the park, like Miss Connor and her dog Harbor, or Mommy's running coach, Mr. Tommy.

We didn't see anyone we knew yesterday, but we had a great run. We did about three miles (usually, we just do two, and only know this because Mommy is constantly looking at her fancy watch), and this time, we ran a bit farther up Howell Mill by the school. One really fast runner told me I was looking good--which, of course, I know!

When we finished, Mommy took me with her to pick up the dry cleaning, which was really cool because it meant I got to spend more time in the car and--you guessed it--less time with the cat.