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have i used this pic before?
this is how i felt last night.
when i got home from work last night, buddy was out of his kennel. 

back about nine months ago, he broke out of and destroyed not one but two wire kennels. so we switched to the plastic travel-style kennel, and he's been great ever since then. until now.

i'm pretty sure it was the thunderstorms we've had lately that spooked him, but now that he's figured out how to get out, there's no keeping him in - even when he's not freaked.

my husband was at a meeting until late last night, and between being awake since 3:30am (see yesterday's blog) and finding the dog out of his kennel and being afraid to leave the dog in the house alone while i went for a run with john, i pretty much had a meltdown. i believe my text to my husband said, "i am not ok. please call me."

while i waited for him to call me back, i decided i was going for a run with buddy AND john. no, i've never successfully done that before. no, i've never even really had much luck WALKING with them both. but dammit, we're all a disaster at this point, how much worse can it get? (never a good question to ask, right?)

except ... it was great. i looped buddy's leash around my waist so i could have my hands free to push the stroller, and off we went. we did a total of 2.08 miles, 1.5 of them running. did buddy pull? sure. there were times we had to have a little chat about running with mom and how that means he can't run any FASTER than mom. but the wind in our faces, the physical activity, and the family time together meant that john, buddy, and i were all doing awesome (but tired) by the time we got home.

and then, buddy was great all evening. he was low key and fun, he played with john and hung out with us. even this morning he wasn't as up in my face as he often is when i'm getting ready.

so, a new commitment: as many days a week as possible, buddy, john and i are going running in the evening after work. it's a win/win/win situation, and you know what? it was actually pretty fun.
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