Well, it has been a good morning so far. Took Baxter to the park – we walked around the track SIX times – that is three miles. I have to say, I could have gone another round if it hadn’t been so damn windy. Baxter, however, wouldn’t have made it another time without a break.
The first time around we walked fast to get the exercise in. The second and third, we walked slower but still at a good clip, allowing Baxter to sniff a tree or two every quarter of the track. The last three we did fast again. The fifth one he stayed at my side most of the time and didn’t jerk the leash falling behind or trying to get ahead. The sixth time was the best – I had to look down a couple of times to make sure he was still with me because he didn’t pull on the leash at all.
The problem is that by the sixth time, he was so exhausted that when he got in the car he threw up. There is such a fine line between him being exhausted and exhausted to the point of illness, that I sometimes forget where it is. Throwing up in the car is nothing new for him – he does it a lot. I need to buy a crate for him.
Now, at home, he is so exhausted he is sleeping with his bacon jerky treat half in and half out of his mouth. He sure does have a lot of energy for such a little dog. It’s great in many ways but not always because sometimes I just don’t feel like walking him that long.
