Good ol’ Lucky has been eager to run again. A few days ago, when I took the dogs down to the elementary school, he went directly to the track, looked back at me as if to say, “let’s go”, and started to run. It was a Lucky paced run but most certainly a run. His energy has been improving and I have been amazed at his persistence. Lap after lap, we travel around the dirt track as Ronin makes his own way jackrabbit style. Today, we went around eight times. Pretty good for an 11-year-old dog, huh?
That’s what I thought, but tonight he is limping. Poor guy. I think he over did it.
I haven’t been brave enough to take Donkey to the track – he’d love it though. I hope Lucky feels better soon!
FYI: It’s a ratty old, unmaintained, seemingly forgotten, dirt track. I don’t think I’d ever brave the real thing.
I hope he is feeling better.