Hi everyone, Peanut here. I was promised that if I didn't trip my Mom in our 5K that she'd let me blog about it.
Our day started like an normal weekend: my Mom woke up too early and made me come downstairs with her instead of bouncing on my Dad. I don't know why he doesn't like that game, it's so fun!
I thought I might be going on a run, so I whined and paced a lot so my Mom would know I was ready to run! We had to wait for That Kid to wake up and eat her precious breakfast before we could go and I was SO READY to run. I didn't want to sit still for a picture, so my Mom just took one of her and That Kid.
|Doesn't everyone keep a fly swatter on the wall?|
The car ride was SUPER EXCITING. I couldn't help it, I had all of these barks and woofs inside me that needed to come out! My mom said something that sounded like "Put an adoption bandana on you for this race!" so I tried to be quieter.
The race was crowded with lots of other dogs. I got this goody bag full of biscuits after we registered!
|I smell biscuits....|
After we got the bag of biscuits, we ran back and forth doing a "warm up" or whatever my mom called it. I'm always ready to run, I don't need no stinkin' warm up.
|Geez Mom, try to keep up|
|I'm the serious runner here...woof|
Standing around to start the race was SUPER EXCITING and I made sure to try to sniff everyone's butt, dog or human. Some people gave my mom a really dirty look, but I don't know why.
Running this race was probably the most fun thing ever. My mom was slowing me down, if she had just dropped the leash I would have beat everyone.
|This silly spaniel BEAT US. I'm so embarrassed as a hound.|
|I ran right next to my Mom the whole time and made other people jealous|
It seemed like we just started and then we were already done! Normally our runs seem to take longer, but we didn't really stop. We went back the way we came, which seemed silly to me, until we found Grandma and That Kid. We walked with them until the finish and then That Kid got snacks, but I just got water. Another example of the unfairness of my life.
|Why does she get oranges? She didn't even run!|
|I would have gotten first with a faster Mom|