I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about leaving Georgia behind on my runs and even more so since she hasn’t been getting her fair share of walk’s lately either. Over the past weekend we hopped in the car and set out together for the Snow Hill Recreation Area about a 10 minute drive from the house. Then with odometer clicking, drove down the seldom traveled gravel road until we ticked off 2.5 miles. There I tied a ribbon around a tree branch and headed back to the parking area. Now around the house Georgia is a pretty laid back dog spending much of her time curled up with our cat Milo in her dog bed. She is very gentle with our kids too in spite of their ear pullings and other devilish games they are learning to play with her. This subdued mood disappears the minute the doorbell rings and she is transformed into the wild affectionate monster who’s sole purpose is to get as close to whoever this new person visiting is. Hopping out of the car at the park is much the same and she is such a beautiful dog it doesn’t help that everyone comes up to greet her. After making friends with everyone, and their dogs, “G-Force” allowed me to start our jog with the familiar tugging 
away at her leash that ended our jogging partnership way back in May. Once we passed the 2nd gate and were off on our own I set her free. As expected she was tearing off in front of me or lagging behind until I called out come on “G” and she’d come racing back. This went on for about the first 2 miles and then suddenly I had the dog I always knew she was inside gently trotting alongside of me. At the turn around point she perked up a little because she knew which direction the car was in. Basically a lazy lapdog she was eager to get back to it, to the house and perhaps a nap with the cat. It was a nice run. A beautiful warm day but cool in the shade of the forest and Georgia deserved more outings like this. Arriving at the parking lot again she had been transformed to my obedient servant and even though there were a whole new bunch of people to go make friends with, a simple “heal Georgia” kept her in check. I’d say there is hope for our runs together after all.
I've covered 45 miles since my last post.
2 months to go until the big day!
away at her leash that ended our jogging partnership way back in May. Once we passed the 2nd gate and were off on our own I set her free. As expected she was tearing off in front of me or lagging behind until I called out come on “G” and she’d come racing back. This went on for about the first 2 miles and then suddenly I had the dog I always knew she was inside gently trotting alongside of me. At the turn around point she perked up a little because she knew which direction the car was in. Basically a lazy lapdog she was eager to get back to it, to the house and perhaps a nap with the cat. It was a nice run. A beautiful warm day but cool in the shade of the forest and 
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