Zeke and I slow and stop on a narrow part of the trail as we close in on a walker and her puppy.
“Is he a Vizsla?”
She’s tall. Lean. Has to be 6′ 3″. A trace of Euro accent. East German Swimmer? Swedish Volleyball player?
D: “Yes.”
“He’s Big.”
Her cute 5-month old terrier is at her heels. Bouncing on her toes. Looking up at her Mommy with admiration.
D: “Big?”
“Aren’t Vizsla’s smaller?”
Her pup has a pink collar. Lean. Muscled. Beautiful dog.
D: “Snacks.”
She grins and points. There’s Zeke. He’s 20 yards off the trail. Rolling on his back, grinding in Deer urine.
I leash Zeke up. He’s still on his back, with all four legs in the air. His eyes manic, full, are locked on mine. He’s baring his teeth and growling.
“Zeke, Don’t Screw With Me.”
And, then with a firm, snap-tug on the leash, I drag him behind me until we’re back in rhythm.
Team Frito-Lay builds a head a steam and roars by Team Euro.
Big and Bad.
Time Check: 5 miles. 63 minutes.
Nap Time.
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OMG, Team Frito Lay? DK has posted his weekend running blog and is now down for his nap. My Sunday is complete….
Awwwwww, Thank you Lori. I just roused from my 90 minute snooze. Nothing better than a nap after a run…
I love the Frito-Lay team… lol! Really nice photo of Zeke too!
Thanks Carol! 🙂 And as to the photo, can you believe I actually took that. Shocking!
Not shocking at all… 🙂
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Right up there as one of those nothing betters
Thank you for the kind words and for sharing Robert.
i think you and zeke both got just a bit distracted for a moment and good thing you had each other to lead the way back to the trail. )
Laughing. Yes Shinto, it was all meant to be exactly that way!
David, this is you at your best! Team Euro be damned!
Yes! (Laughing!)