Morning Workout- 9 miles total with 10 by 800 meters (2:46-2:38 range)
Afternoon Workout- 4 miles at an easy pace
This corner of the internet has always been a running centric outlet for me. When it comes to my running life I am as wide open about the downs as I am about the ups but when it comes to “real life” I don’t always feel the need to share those types of things. This morning though I started to type about running in cold conditions and my upcoming race schedule and after a few paragraphs I highlighted and deleted it. It didn’t feel right. Before being a runner, I am a mother and sometimes that mother title also includes animals.
Our dog Buddy is about to turn thirteen years old. We rescued him when he was one year old and he’s literally been my Buddy ever since. Through it all, before I had kids, when the Mr. was deployed for months at a time, when we moved 8+ times; I always had Buddy with me. Our running the last few years has been limited to slow 800 meter walks but in the past we’ve had some GREAT runs together. We have run all over the country together. Once I lost him on trails in South Carolina after he chased an animal and I cried for hours until the Mr. found him in a nearby parking lot covered in bloody scraps from some kind of animal (that must have been way bigger than the Bud) but with a HUGE happy grin on his face. Silly dog! 😉
Saturday night Buddy started to act strangely. He was wobbly and falling over. Not just a little bit, it was constant. I messaged a friend who is a veterinarian (Thank you again Rachael!!!!) and she was a HUGE help. On Monday we had tests run and without going into crazy detail he may or may not get better (I know, right?). He is now on medication and we just have to wait and see. The veterinarians were able to tell me that he is not in any pain at all at this point. That was hugely comforting to me. He is just extremely disoriented. Now we are spending time spoiling him. For 12 years we’ve given him the healthiest dog food but in the last few days I’ve been cooking him chicken breast, pork chops, etc. to put his medication in and also to spoil the poor thing. He is 50 pounds and I’ve been carrying him up and down our deck porch steps because his perception is off.
So it’s been a rough couple days. We love our little Buster Douglas and are keeping our fingers crossed and saying lots of prayers for him. We are so grateful for the 12 years we’ve had with him and selfishly want many, many more! Emotionally, I feel better having written this all out. Much better than if I had hidden it away and written about the weather instead, as I had planned. I hope no one thinks I am ridiculous for feeling so sappy over a dog, but he really is a member of our family. The saying “Dogs are a mans best friend” extends to girls too!