Go, you chicken fat, go away!

It's Friday.  I haven't been keeping up with blogging.  Oh well.  Here goes.  This morning (Tuesday) I thought, "Let's try bringing the dog with me for 1 loop."  Why not?  What could go wrong?  Besides the fact that a few nights ago as we were walking, and as we were going down the steep bank of the Floodway, Herbie spotted a coyote.  After watching it a few seconds, he decided to lunge after it.  Knowing I would fall down for sure, I just let go.  It was dark out, and I couldn't see exactly where he went after he got on the other side of the Floodway.  But I could see another coyote that started following them.  I tried to run after them, but I would have to stop and listen to try and figure out where they were.  I couldn't hear anything.  I kept going south until I almost got to the well site.  That's when I called my wife and said, "I can't find Herbie."  It had only been about three or four minutes.  I figured maybe he chased it all the way down to University or something.  So, my wife said, "Do you want me to come help you look?  Wait a minute.  I hear a dog barking."  Herbie had found his way back home.  He must not have chased very long.  Such a dumb dog.  And a smart dog, too, I guess.

Back to today (Tuesday.)  I leashed him up and started running.  He was like, "Okay.  We're doing this?"  He tried to run too fast, but I reined him in.  He still wanted to sniff and pee on every bush, but I wouldn't let him.  He wanted to check out every person we went by, but I wouldn't let him.  But then he wanted to poop, and I couldn't stop him.  Luckily I had brought a baggie with me for just such an occasion.  But that ended the loop.  I immediately turned around and ran back home.  It was 1.14 miles. 

I wasn't satisfied with just 1.14 miles, so that night after dinner I went back out and did another loop by myself.