On Monday morning my daughter Dabby-dot and I were left feeling quite guilty when we ran the final run of week 4 on her C25K journey. Every other runner we met was running with their dogs and having a wonderful time. We had left our pooch at home on the promise of a walk on our return. We havenโt run often with Isla lately as she has been rather a hindrance - think impromptu hurdling and being suddenly pulled in the opposite direction โฆโฆ not to mention the inevitable running with the doggy-do-bag scenario โฆ.. ๐ณ
This morning we were all laced up and ready to make a start on Dabby-dotโs week 5. The front door was closed behind us, then a little furry face appeared at the window with a โplease take me with youโ speech bubble above her head, and the guilt set in.
โWhat do you think?โ I asked my daughter. โShall we give her another go?โ At this point my daughter grimaced, the memory of a previous run playing through her mind. But, we decided to go for it.
Moments later we were heading off with a very excited dog in tow, (โthough, to say I was really the one who was being towed is more accurate ๐). Well! We had a great run, with one very happy and obedient pooch, a chuffed to bits daughter and a very relieved mum - who had managed to juggle all necessary pieces of equipment without any problem.
Isla redeemed herself today and my daughter made a confident start to week 5, ๐๐๐ผ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐พ so we will definitely do a doggy run again. ๐