Ice Cream!

After my big workout on Saturday, it was time for a treat. Mom got Alex and I puppy pops from The Dairy Godmother. Here you can see the two varieties - pumpkin and vanilla.



So I ask you - how many licks does it take to get to the center of a puppy pop?



Well, if you find out, let me know. I'm just not that patient.

Spring Training Camp

Every spring, thousands of baseball fans travel hundreds or thousands of miles to Florida and Arizona to catch a glimpse of their favorite team in spring training. Similarly, I had one fan (Mom's friend and blog friend, Julie) travel 0.1 mile to see me in spring training camp. It's true, my winter hiatus is over. Saturday was a two workout day with a morning run and an afternoon swim.

Here I am getting my swim on.



And here I am with Julie after swimming. Don't worry I'm not eating her hand, she has treats.



So blogdom, there are three deck chairs at the pool, reserve your spot for Spring Training soon.

SBD seeks running partner

SBD = speedy black dog.

Mom's sick. My own training schedule is suffering. Bummer. Double bummer, because I was so excited that Daylight Savings started. No more Great Pumpkin on the my evening runs.

So who wants to run with me? Or maybe drive me to the pool?

I've held my tongue long enough.

It needs to be said . . .

Dogs do not need sweaters, coats, or jackets.

Seriously, they look ridiculous. People, we have fur. We don't get cold. Allow us to maintain our dignity. Ok, I'll throw a bone to the greyhounds - they are sorta bald and most have had a tough couple of years racing.

Look at the look on this dog's face - pain, humiliation


Even this purse dog looks ridiculous


Yo, Bichon that jacket doesn't give you any street cred


And I don't care how fast this makes me, I'm not wearing it.


Now, here's a shirt I could wear