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SPRING is…..
April 23, 2008 |
everything a Supermutt could ever hope for. The temps are regularly above 60 now, and have even touched 80. The snow banks have all melted and I thought that this would make running with Supermutt a little easier. No more frantic pulling every ten or twenty feet so he can mark the snowbanks along our routes. This proved to be false. The warmer temps and the disappearance of the snowbanks has brought on an emergence of all kinds of fun, new stuff. First, is all the bushes along our routes that had been in hiding all winter. Lot’s of bushes. Then there’s all kinds of new ground that absolutely must be sniffed at all costs. It’s as if dead grass has some type of power over Supermutt, like catnip with a cat. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff that people left buried all winter long under the snow; bikes, shoes, clothing, garbage, barbie dolls, laundry baskets, gnomes, the list is endless. All of it, every last item, must be inspected by Supermutt. And of course, with no snowbanks, telephone poles and trees are suddenly very accessible and oh so temptingly close. The dog population along our running routes is approximately 7, 289, 301. That is up from roughly 3 during our early February runs. Dogs on chains, dogs on leashes, dogs with kids, dogs behind fences, dogs on dog runs, loose dogs, charging dogs, barking dogs, big dogs, little dogs, mean dogs, friendly dogs, everywhere dogs. Supermutt generally has 1 of 2 reactions when we see one of these 7, 289, 301 dogs. He either desperately wants to play or desperately wants to run them off to protect me. While both are sweet in their own way, it’s exhausting after 6 miles in a sunny 80 degree day. There’s the little dead tuft of grass on one of our routes. Again with the dead grass, but this little tuft is extra special. It’s completely uninteresting to me. In fact, I forget that it’s even there from one run to the next. The 7, 289, 301 dogs on our route however, they find it very, very interesting. Every time we pass it, Supermutt crosses over in front of me and pulls me over to that little dead tuft of grass with all the force of a space shuttle launch, human runner attached at the other end of the leash be damned. I’m not the only one who’s encountered problems with said tuft of grass. I saw a full sized adult man dragged over to that tuft of grass by a little 12 pound dog. At least I was dragged over by a Supermutt with super strength!
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