The holidays are finally over. Sukkot started almost two weeks ago (Wednesday night), and went straight through to last Saturday night. After all the cleaning, laundry, and general catching up, this has been my first chance to resume some normal actitvities.
The holidays were hard on Our Best Friend. I had decided that we were going to make sure he got adequate exercise over the holiday time. Good intentions, best-laid plans, man plans, G-d laughs, etc.
Showing posts with label excercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label excercise. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
More Guilt
Aside from guilt, not walking your dog has other consequences, chiefly that your dog doesn't get his shpilkes out. Our Best Friend is not a destructive dog. He never chews on the furniture, doesn't grab food from the counter, and almost always comes when called. Note the "almost." When he's full of shpilkes, he doesn't listen.
Last week was Rosh Hashana. For three days before the holiday, I shopped, cooked, and sometimes even cleaned. I didn't walk the dog. The kids took him outside for five or ten minutes every so often and threw a ball around, but it wasn't close to enough. I could see him getting more and more restless as the week went on.
Last week was Rosh Hashana. For three days before the holiday, I shopped, cooked, and sometimes even cleaned. I didn't walk the dog. The kids took him outside for five or ten minutes every so often and threw a ball around, but it wasn't close to enough. I could see him getting more and more restless as the week went on.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Guilt
A few weeks ago, one of our dog park buddies made the casual comment, "Our Best Friend really needs to live on a farm, where he can run outside all day." I've been haunted by that remark ever since.
When we first got a dog, I thought it would force me to get more exercise. Who was I kidding. I've never been a morning person, so walking him before the kids get up for school doesn't happen. I'm too tired at night. During the day, I'm too busy. And to top it off, the weather won't cooperate either.
We just ended a brutal week of heat, with humidexes up to 104 F (40 C). In spite of my anti-a.m. nature, I got up at 6:30 one morning, 7:00 another, and took Our Best Friend to the park to get his shpilkes out before the heat made it too difficult (and dangerous). But half an hour twice a week isn't enough exercise for a dog his size.
It also rained like hell this summer, which ate into our dog park time. Several times, we were all prepped to go, and just as we were getting the leash and the poop bags, it went pitch black outside and the heavens opened. It puts a damper on outdoor activities. One evening I ignored the ominous warnings; we were there for less than ten minutes before we ran back to the car with thunder ringing in our ears.
When we first got a dog, I thought it would force me to get more exercise. Who was I kidding. I've never been a morning person, so walking him before the kids get up for school doesn't happen. I'm too tired at night. During the day, I'm too busy. And to top it off, the weather won't cooperate either.
We just ended a brutal week of heat, with humidexes up to 104 F (40 C). In spite of my anti-a.m. nature, I got up at 6:30 one morning, 7:00 another, and took Our Best Friend to the park to get his shpilkes out before the heat made it too difficult (and dangerous). But half an hour twice a week isn't enough exercise for a dog his size.
It also rained like hell this summer, which ate into our dog park time. Several times, we were all prepped to go, and just as we were getting the leash and the poop bags, it went pitch black outside and the heavens opened. It puts a damper on outdoor activities. One evening I ignored the ominous warnings; we were there for less than ten minutes before we ran back to the car with thunder ringing in our ears.
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