Running with my friend's dog was much like mushing without the sled. She wanted to go a leetle faster than I ran. Her four legs beat my two, but my left arm kept her in check.
We worked on sitting at busy corners. If she had it her way, she would simply cross a four lane road without even thinking twice. Thank heavens for leashes.
About Me
- Jodi Sperber
- Boston, MA, United States
- I'm a doctoral student at the Heller School for Social Policy and Management at Brandeis University, interested in the impact of social media on, well, everything. Particularly health and social change. My honeymoon consisted of a three week trip touring some of the great rollercoaster parks east of the Mississippi. I have a freakishily good memory for song lyrics, which is both a blessing and a curse (unfortunately the memory extends itself to insipid lyrics as well). Go ahead - test The Knowledge.
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running with a pooch can be fun -- or so i've heard. :)
actually, i run so slow that lola enjoys going with me. running with anna... now, that's a different story. she (lola) comes home and collapses -- while anna complains about how pokey she was for the last couple miles.
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