Magic Poo

That’s right, folks, I said poo. Dog poo, to be exact.

Jack and I went for a run today. Typically when I take Jack on a run with me I am feeling ambitious. His gait is normally a lot faster than mine, so I usually either end up exhausted after our run or I can’t even finish it in its entirety without stopping to walk sooner. Most of the time it is the latter of those two.

Today was a different story.

I made it very clear to Jack that we were “going for a run”. I didn’t want him expecting that we were “going for a walk” or “going to play ball” or “going to the park”. We were going for a run and our final destination would be home again. I got my running shoes on, grabbed Jack’s leash, stuffed a poop clean-up bag in my shorts, grabbed the pup, and headed out the door. Jack doesn’t typically poo on our runs. He usually just runs. Period. And then expects to play ball when we return home. Today, I kid you not, he pooped right as we made our first turn – too far from home to drop the poop bag off and not near any trash bins that we could throw the poop bag in. So we ran with it. For the entire three miles, I tightly gripped a bag of dog poop while Jack and I had our best run ever! He was patient with my slower stride, he didn’t pull me along, he found a tennis ball which also ended up in my shorts since he didn’t want to carry it and my hands were full with a leash and poop, and, by the end of our run, I think he was more tired than I was! There must’ve been magic in that poo!

I’ve been waiting and waiting for the day that Jack and I can get a good, consistent run in, and now I feel like we’re there! I have a running buddy, at least until sometime in October when yet another running buddy will join Jack and I. We are going to be quite the trio, I tell ya – poo and all!