My Personal Trainer

I have a personal trainer: 

Like a good trainer, every morning Shaynee gets me going.  Here's what she does.  She plants her feet and hunkers down by lowering her neck and head some, and then, she stares.  She doesn't blink.  She just stares.  This photo isn't the pose, trust me! 

She stares until I get up and start to dress.  Then the pose disintegrates into a frenzy of jumping that only intensifies as I put on sneakers and cap.  I get a supply of treats and off we go, walking down Blackberry Ridge. Well, I walk...she runs.  The downhill slope gives her such momentum that sometimes I swear her back feet are ahead of her front ones.  Along the way, she'll detour into the hay, pouncing on some unknown creature and sniffing for deer. 

While she's doing that, I'm busy enjoying her, feeling the morning air, looking at the dew on spiderwebs, and whatever else is happening around me.  If I need to, I whistle for her to come along.  She runs to me like a bullet, tags my hand, and comes to an abrupt stop.  Treat time.

It's a wonderful ritual, actually...and oh yeah, I'm doing something that's good for my body...especially the part of coming back up the hill!

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[mountainrose]

Your blog is wonderful, colorful words and pictures telling your story, which is part my story. May this endeavor bring you great joy.