Doggy-robics

I have been whining lately about my weight and how hard it is to lose the fat. Last week I may just have stumbled upon the answer, and I think I will call it 'Doggy-robics'.

When Molly left this world, she left behind a cabinet full of dog food, doggy treats, and flea and heartworm medications. I decided that the best use for it was to give it to a local organization called 'Abandoned Pet Rescue'. So I bundled it all into the car last Wednesday and brought it over. The people who run the place were very nice and thanked me, then they asked, "would you like a tour of the shelter?". Now I don't fault them for it, but a tour is obviously their way of finding the soft touches. A way of finding people who might want to come and lend a hand with the animals. People like me.

Before I went in there, I pictured the place as being full of pitiful neglected animals that were once somebody's pet, but quite the contrary, all the animals seemed happy enough for where they were, and they were definitely not neglected. While taking the tour, the nice girl who was showing me around, asked if I would like to walk some of the dogs.

Stepping into a cage holding strange dogs can be somewhat intimidating, but as soon as I was in, the residents, Rocket and Carrie, enveloped me in dog love. After getting the leash on Rocket, and wiping the dog slobber off my face, I was off through the maze of gates to the outside. Before I knew it I had walked seven large dogs up and down the grassy expanse between the street and the railroad tracks. I only fell once, and managed not to step into any dog poop, but I know that was just luck because it was everywhere.

When I returned home all sweaty and full of dog slobber, my feet hurt, my legs ached, and my left arm felt like I had done fifty, one arm pull-ups. I figured I had walked seven large dogs, most of whom pulled as hard as they could, over uneven, rocky, poop strewn terrain, a total of twenty blocks or two miles. It was the hardest workout I have had in a long time. So yesterday, after a week of recovery, I went back for more, and in the ninety degree heat and humidity, I did it again. It's nice to have somebody so happy to go out with me for a change.