I know you’ve missed me and all, so I figured you needed to know what I’ve been up to.
I think my mama has gone nutty. Just because she does walkies on this thing called a treadmill doesn’t mean I should!
Don’t you agree?
She said I’m losing my svelte physique on account of the cold winter keeping me from my usual daily walkies. She said I’m eating too many cookies (and I’ve never met a pie I didn’t like!). She said I’m sleeping too much and getting (shhh!) FAT.
So she’s introduced me to the treadmill. She slips on my harness and leash, and turns the thing on.
And what can I do but walk?!
As you can see, I’m getting the hang of it, too.
Next, I’m going to ask for my own headphones and music — and a lean, mean Irish Setter barking out encouragement!
This whole crazy idea got started when mama saw some poor unfortunate little black dog on TV and it was doing therapy on a treadmill. Gee, therapy is one thing, right? Feeling the burn is something entirely different.
I don’t know, but Spring can’t come soon enough for me!