No, I'm not the Dog Whisperer, but I've taken up a little rollerblading with my German ShortHair. You see, he's 7 going on....6 months. So full of energy, it's crazy to think of him as a "senior" (that's what the vet called him and I gasped at the thought!).
So, this morning bright and early we hit the pavement. Better to be up on the streets before everyone else. This is for two reasons:
1) less traffic to worry about.
2) at this point my rollerblading skills are in their infancy.
His mouth is a wide open smile, ears back in the wind following his up and down motion as he gallops at full stride. I look at his muscles working and notice how sleek and chiseled he his as he runs. "Come on Mossy! Come on Buddy!", I say to him to really get him up to speed.
So satisfying to my soul.
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