The vet said two miles, so we did two miles. I figured after Dobson was maliciously forced into doing four miles a week ago that he'd fly through two miles. Not so.
Throughout much of our attempted quick jaunt around the block, Dobson lagged behind me, only occasionally bolting ahead of me as we ran. When he dropped a load after a mile, I figured that was what was slowing his pace. Again, not so.
Perhaps the pup was still tuckered out from his first visit to the local dog park yesterday morning. In an effort to fend off our neighbors' complaints, the Enthusiast and I are trying to release Dobson's energy in ways that don't involve him bounding across the hardwood floor in our apartment. The dog park is a blessing.
I was hoping we could log sub-10:00 miles. Not so.