I’ve been wearing my flannel pajama bottoms to bed for the past few nights. The heat actually kicked on the other night while we were sleeping. I dug out my fleece hat for Max’s walk this morning.
Welcome to June-uary.
The weather was much nicer when the husband and I decided to sign up for this year’s Furry 5K. However, closer to the date I was fearing rain and wind and plain old cold weather (seriously, 48 degrees? In JUNE?).
Fortunately the weather stayed just cloudy, with no rain. We drove to Seward Park, with Max whining in the back the entire way. We were among maybe 7000 humans with their dogs, all in support of the Seattle Animal Shelter.
We didn’t actually know how Max would handle a 3-mile walk surrounded by other dogs. Would he go crazy and run from dog to dog, barking and whining and causing all sorts of trouble? Max was actually very well-behaved. A few sniffs of some dog bottoms, and there was definitely some jerking of the pinch collar, but for the most part it was just a long walk for him. I wondered to myself if Max was looking at us, accusingly, thinking, “Is this what you humans do when you leave me home alone? Unfair!”
We got home, had some snacks, and then Max and I conked out in front of the TV watching Food Network. The 3.1 mile walk just knocked us out, I guess.
The husband requested that the next walk we do be during summer.
(the husband & Max crossing the finish line, with tons of volunteers cheering them on. hooray! woof!!)