When my child and her new fiance went on their honeymoon, I volunteered to take their cat.
Fran is a sixty pound, two-year-old Aredale! She has a actually sweet and cheerful disposition but is full of energy.
I toil from lake house which allows myself and others to provide her lots of attention, but however, I also need to be productive at my task. She was always pawing at me, wanting to play fetch or tug on her rope. I finally decided that I should take her on a run to burn off the excess energy. I keep myself in good physical shape and often go for five-mile runs around the neighborhood. There is a running path in close proximity to my house that extends for 30 miles in either direction, then my child always takes the cats on runs, so I knew she was accustomed to the exertion. As soon as I snapped on the leash, the dog began dragging myself and others down the road. I thought she was going to jerk my arm right out of the socket. I had failed to consider that my child is 6 feet tall and in her mid-twenties. I am 5-feet tall and in my mid-fifties. I cannot run at the pace the dog is used to. It was a struggle to slow her down to a comfortable walk. Both of us walked for numerous miles, and when she appeared tired, I gradually increased our speed to a pleasant jog. After that, she was satisfied to run at my desired pace. Both of us ran for another three miles and both enjoyed it unquestionably much.