Well, today might be the day. Yesterday's onslaught of new snow, freezing temperatures and general malaise sapped my motivation to run. However, I would like to run today. But I have to watch the dog. Maybe I could watch him run.
Dobson has never run with me. I originally planned to wait until he is six months old, but his seemingly boundless energy of late causes me to think that maybe he could handle a four-miler. Of course if I'm wrong, I might be in store for a long cold walk back to the apartment (or car, depending where I go).
In addition to Dobson's inexperience, I have never run with a dog. I have this fear that he will spot a squirrel, which is a new obsession of his, and dart after it, looping behind my back, catapulting his 40-pound frame toward the unfortunate animal (or the tree trunk it escapes to), and wrenching my arm clean off from the shoulder. I hope he trips me instead. Wish me luck.