Molly has stuck with the Betty-boot camp style of losing her excess flab. So far, so good. It seems she needs less food and Lucky needs more, so feeding time is pretty equal. Today (since it was cooler) we went for a bike/run. She runs and I bike. Fortunately, both Molly and Lucky are good runners beside my bike. I've heard horror stories about people who break bones while riding/running their dogs! Molly enjoys that first rush of energy when she hits the pavement...but she peters out about 1 mile down the road. Lucky hits the ground running and doesn't stop until we go down to the river and back. I'm usually exhausted before we start out, but that's another story altogether. Could have something to do with the 5 teenage girls my daughter had at her "sleep over" last night. (Read: SLEEPLESS over.)
Have a doggone good day!
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