All things being equal, I'd rather be at home (of course) on the couch with my Good Dog at my feet and snuggled up with one of these two little furballs.
For those who don't know, Dosie (in the foreground) has been with me since September of 1995, when I plucked her out of the pound in Yakima, Washington. She was full-grown, skinnier than she is now (weren't we all?), and an absolutely beautiful cat.
Why would someone have turned her in?
No matter. All the better for me.
In the rear, there, you see my Old Man - Deadeye - who's been with me since June of 1992. He was also spared from near-euthanasia at the pound in Killeen, Texas. In fact, I always say both of them chose me! In both instances, I'd passed by their cages and both reached out a skinny little paw and snagged my shirt. I love initiative like that!
We ran 12 today. My ankles and lower back are barking. Motrin is a gift.
We ran 12 today. My ankles and lower back are barking. Motrin is a gift.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, a Rest Day, and Monday, a cross-train/weights day. (Thanks to Edmund, our trainer, for sending me my workout plan so I won't be Pathetic & Lost in the gym like I was last week.)
12, you go guys!!! I'm really proud of you. Remember when you thought 8 or whatever I ran was a big deal? You will make this marathon and I will eat fudge at the finish line in your honor. (Having arrived there by motorized transportation). I'm adding a post as we speak/write...Love you!--Max
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