I have the upper body strength of a scrawny chicken. Seriously. I ought to be lifting weights, except that I’ve been presented with a better solution, something a lot more interesting …
- Aleksandr, my 30 pound weight.
Somehow, he’s gotten into the habit of pulling when he’s on a leash. (Cesar Millan would indicate that this is my fault and he’s absolutely right.) I’m trying to train that out of him, but in the meantime, Aleksandr is giving me a serious workout.
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What a beautiful dog.
So jealous of your dog. Somehow during the years I’ve turned into a dog person (I used to like cats more before). I can’t have a dog right now so I’m living vicariously through all other people who can and do.
One good thing that came out of it, though, is that I’m planning to volunteer at a dog shelter. Wheee, can’t wait!
Your dog is gorgeous, by the way.
Thanks for the compliments, Dee & suchglidingwonders. He is pretty, isn’t he? He has a definite German shorthair look to his face and body shape. We can even see brown around his eyes.
Feel free to live vicariously through my puppy posts. I can’t seem to stop talking about him!