This morning, Pooch awakened to the day like a puppy let out of his mother's pen for the first time. He brought me several bones in bed, barked at me through the bathroom door, bounced on Dummy to say "hello" and generally ran amok through two episodes of Sabrina the Teenage Witch (don't you judge me). I finally gave in to his hounding and got myself up and dressed for a walk around the block.
I was hesitant to take him on a walk earlier this week because of my back, but his flamboyancy this morning warranted risking the possibility of pain just to gain some peace and quiet! Luckily, once he was on the leash and out the door he behaved himself and refrained from pulling too hard on the leash to inspect tantalizing shrubbery and barely-contained trash cans during our stroll. I decided, partially in an effort to make sure he'd nap the rest of the day and partially to see just how out of shape I've gotten since my workout hiatus, to jog a portion of the way and was relieved to be able to make it from one end of the block to the other without feeling out of breath or pulling some vital muscle group.
We only went a mile, and I'm glad I didn't push myself further because as I type I can feel my back tensing as I sit here. A nice hot shower and some extra strength Tylenol are in order to keep it from getting worse, I think. But back pain aside, it was a great walk - and Pooch... is already asleep. Peace!