Today I finally decided that I felt well enough, and that it was warm enough to start jogging again. I got all dressed up in my spiffy jogging outfit, and Hank scratched on the door and wanted to come in. I opened the back door and he saw me and ran and crashed straight into the front door because he was so excited to go jogging. I thought you might enjoy what a spaz my dog is when he thinks you are going to go running with him. (Disclaimer: We live on 40 acres and Hank could go for a run any old time he felt like it.)
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