Friday

 

Beautiful day: mid 70s to mid 80s.

I’ve been behind all day. 

We walked Toby and ourselves. Rode our bikes. Did laundry. Raked leaves. Went to the gym. Gave Toby a medicated shampoo.

My perspective from the inclined sit-up bench.

On our last walk of the day, Toby got the zoomies and got away from me. He wanted to play, so he ran back and forth in the grass, darting here and there wanting us to chase him. 

We were both so tired and over it. Out of desperation trying to distract him, John threw Toby’s bag of poop at him. 

Of course, Toby loved that game even better than the one he was proposing. He took the bag in his mouth and slung it back and forth as if it were a live animal. Then he paraded his “catch” into a come and get me game.

I finally stepped on the leash and all games came to a screeching halt. With a few treat bribes, we were able to ransom the poop bag. Luckily, we had a spare bag to double bag the now punctured bag.

We marched home with deliberate speed.

Miles walked: 11.2

Miles biked: 10.76