I Always Forget

Every morning (or so I’d like to think) I wake up, throw on my running shoes and whistle for the pup. Leila (that’s her name) comes racing downstairs and begins the typical freak out as I put the leash on her.

It’s not usually until about a mile down the road that I remember why I hate running with her… she attempts to chase every single squirrel she sees, and there are quite a few. So instead of being able to focus on my breathing and keeping a steady pace I am dragging her out of the neighbor’s yard every other block.

Why my brain decides to block this out is so far beyond me. I am fairly certain that when I sleep my brain looses that information and replaces it with a weird dream… but that’s a post for a different day.

Luckily she gets out and has some exercise, plus she is so stinking cute. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why I forget.  Oh well, until tomorrow morning.

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