When I first started running five years ago, Foxy was with me every sweaty step of the way. As my mileage increased, I hesitated to bring him since he couldn’t exactly carry water. The longest run I ever took him on was eight miles, I think. I stopped and let him drink out of my water bottle a few times along the way and he seemed happy to keep up.
Five years later, he’s no longer a two year old pup. The vet actually called him a “senior dog” a few months ago when I brought him in for some tummy issues. It’s been so warm, and he’s been reluctant to crawl out of bed with me at 5 am- so I haven’t brought him with me since early June.
Today- at 8:30 with 3 easy miles planned on a crisp September morning- he was more than happy to join me!