I've been unfaithful.

It's true. I've cheated.



On my running partner.

My four-legged running partner, to be exact.

You see, Canada and I used to run together quite a bit. But it's getting harder to run with him. He gets tired too quickly. And I'm faster than I used to be.

The other day, one of my human running partners came over to run with me.

Canada saw me putting on my running gear, and got ecstatic.

He ran in circles around me, ran to his leash hook, ran to the front door, then back to me. Tail wagging, tongue hanging out, super excited, ready to run.

When Melissa came to the door and I walked out with her, leaving Canada behind, he stared after me, utter dejection and betrayal displayed on his doggy face.

How COULD you?


What's so special about HER? 


She doesn't even TRY to get into the neighbor's flowers. What fun is THAT?!?




Today, I went on a run by myself. I didn't take Canada. He slows me down.

It was the same routine. As I slipped on my knee brace and laced up my running shoes, Canada bounced around me, never for a second considering that I might not be taking him.

Again, he was betrayed.

I feel guilty. I really do.

And I do run with him occasionally. I did last week. But sometimes I just feel like, you know, not having to yank someone out of the pile of leaves along the sidewalk, or pulling someone back from chasing after that kid on the bike.

And luckily Melissa only jumps into the leaves occasionally.