Thursday, March 18, 2010

Come on, Boy! Good Doh!

Dobson led me back into the wooded area of Hampton Hills Metro Park after a muddy romp through the field at the Top O' the World. My feet were rumbling forward in tight circles in an attempt to control my fall down the hill we'd just climbed a few minutes before. Dobson snaked through the trees and I followed the path he laid before me.

We took a hairpin left, followed by a dogleg right. I scattered to the left side of the leaf-covered trail to avoid a muddy patch, while Dobson stayed right. I focused on a bundle of roots and reassured the dog, "Good boy."

I glanced at a tree that was partially in the pathway on my right side as I passed. Then I noticed Dobson also on my right side, as he went on the other side of the tree.

My eyes darted to the orange handle of the leash in my hand and my mind quickly calculated the implications of the scenario about to play out. My feet dug into the terra infirma for a hard stop (call me Mr. Flintstone) and I backpedaled, nearly falling over, but Dobson found the end of the leash as we both yelped in unison.

Last night was the first time I've run with Dobson on trails. It was more mentally exhausting than it was physically, as I had to focus on where the dog was going, how he was doing, if he needed to stop, keeping him on the trail, all while keeping myself upright. On many occasions he nearly dragged me into a faceplant on the downhills.

I took Dobson on the 3.2-mile loop at Hampton Hills, which was one of the longer runs he's had, but we managed to run at a faster pace than most of our two-mile runs around our neighborhood. He seems to like the trails.

Afterward, I let him roll around on the melting mound of snow in the parking lot to cool down. Later, he enjoyed his favorite method of hydration: ice cubes. Unfortunately, the ice got stuck in his fur and he couldn't get it off. I was mean and took a picture before I helped him.

I've had ice in my beard before, too, but this is ridiculous.

15 comments:

S said...

I'm pretty sure I'm officially in love with your dog.

Jess said...

Dobson is the cutest puppy ever. I think you should start including more pictures of him in your posts.

misszippy said...

Reporting you to ASPCA. Any chance he'd be trustworthy enough to stay near you on trails? I used to unleash my dog in the woods when we'd run together and he was pretty good about it. Helps avoid those leash/tree scenarios.

Ian said...

Next time, just let go of the leash. It's safer and it adds to your workout as you chase down the dragging leash on the other side.

Xenia said...

Not sure what you wrote. All I see is a cute furry puppy.

The Sean said...

sounds like fun. humorous photograph

Al's CL Reviews said...

I'm loving the picture!

drdave said...

Okay, now I am in trouble. I showed my wife your recent post about Dobson. The only response, "I love that dog. It's my birthday, you tell him that I NEED his dog!" Not a word about how funny the post was.
What is up with a fuzzy face on a dog that gets women all worked up? When my face is fuzzy like that, all I get is a razor handed to me and finger pointing me to the bathroom. Sheesh!

southofthecliff said...

The cuteness... the cuteness...

Jess said...

Oh my goodness, he's the cutest doggie ever!!

Oh, and this sentence:
"Dobson led me back into the wooded area of Hampton Hills Metro Park after a muddy romp through the field at the Top O' the World" sounds like the start of a story about a serial killer named Dobson!

Ms. V. said...

OMG I LOVE THAT DOG! What a face!!!

Spike said...

I think a puppy is like a primitive Garmin. Ok, not really. Dobson is quite cute.

X-Country2 said...

That wore me out just reading it.

Vava said...

There's a great nickname for your pooch - Icebeard! Sounds tough, just in case people think he's not because he's so cute. And you will seem cool calling out "Icebeard! Icebeard!", so bonus.

Adam Culp (Crazy Floridian) said...

Nice looking dog. Definitely has "trouble" in his eyes. (meaning the fun kind)