Rowdy loves his new door. He can come and go as he pleases. He can also test the waters a bit, see what's happening. Are there any animals to chase, is it raining, is it too hot? The later is depicted in these pictures. What a baby, its not even sunny out.Speaking of baby......I took Rowdy out for a jog on the hottest night of the year. I am not sure why, but I always find myself running when its the hottest time of the year. Anyway, I usually only take Rowdy on walks because on runs he has to stop every five seconds to 1) sniff 2) mark 3) #2. I don't mind stopping every once in awhile, but when you have to dump 3 times, it gets a little annoying........carrying the steaming bag of poo in one hand and holding on to the leash in the other........all while plodding your fat ass along in the 100 degree heat listening to gangsta beats. Long story short, Rowdy gets walks after the run. I feel bad, so I took him last night. Whoa.........is he out of shape. Worse than I am. Towards the end of the run, I was practically dragging him. We have just turned the corner into the home stretch, when I hear a whimper over Outkast's Southernplayalisticadillacmusic. Not sure what he did, but he pulls up lame and wouldn't take a step further. I carry the dummy the remaining 100 yards worried about his safety. I really just think he was so tired, he was going to do anything to make the run stop including "pulling up lame." Within an hour, he was walking just fine. What a baby.
