Barkis and I are in a fight.
I decided to take him for my four-mile run today. It started off fine (see above). But then, about a mile in, we were passing one of the island’s most popular cafes and he decided to stop short and plop a steaming turd on the pavement in front of all of the people eating lunch.
Unfortunately, since we were going at a pretty good clip before the poo incident, I tripped on the leash and toppled to the ground, rolling until my face was within inches of the chocolatey pile he had just left. Humiliated, I stood up and began to brush my legs off. I heard a couple of people yell out and ask if I was okay, but I pretended I couldn’t hear and limped away – but not before I heard some asshole screech, “HEY, aren’t you gonna scoop that up?!” This is a small island so I didn’t flip him the bird. But I should have. Then – horror of horrors – I noticed that Barkis had a small dingleberry clinging to his ‘tocks. I won’t detail how I got rid of it for him, but let’s just say that my gloves are in the trash.
About half a mile later, I looked down and saw that my hand was bleeding from the fall, so I felt pretty hardcore about the whole thing.
So…my reason for being glad I ran today…it’s hard to come up with one when I spent the whole four miles trying to keep Barkis from peeing on every bush and sniffing every bird dropping on the ground. Still…I guess I’m glad that I managed to keep going despite having my face rubbed in dookie. Plus, this was my longest run ever on my own, so I’m pretty proud of that. And it’s only going to get more intense!
Don’t forget to enter The Beholder’s first contest! I’m surprised I’ve only gotten a few entries – this is your chance to be famous! (Sort of.) How about you enter just to be nice? Pretty please?
Also, congratulations to Meghan, who completed her first ever triathlon today! I’d just like to point out that her running time – after she swam and biked – was faster than I could ever go, even if I rested up beforehand. Balls to the wall!