When we got back from the riverside trails today, Peter T. Dog spent a few minutes rolling around and shedding all over the carpet, then passed out for two hours. He was so wiped that he snoozed right through mail delivery. I forget sometimes he's hit the senior years, especially when he's dragging me after random squirrels and birds. Maybe our cold weather runs should be limited to the three milers?
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Oh, poor Peter!
I'm sure he had a blast, but it does sound like he might be slowing down a bit.
He looks so sweet and adorable! Bet he's a wonderful running buddy.
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