It's official. I'm a dogmom.
Pardon me while I channel my inner Amy Poehler from the movie "Mean Girls" and say, "I'm not like a regular dogmom. I'm a cool dogmom."
But I digress.
My boyfriend and I adopted Franklin from a shelter out in Mokena, Illinois, called NAWS. Frankie is believed to be a schnoodle (schnauzer/poodle mix), is a little over a year old and is as cute, snugly and playful as can be.
The reason why I bring this up is because I am hoping Franklin will become my fuzzy running buddy.
Currently we're working on his leash and walking manners — to be fair, he's pretty well-behaved when we go out for walks unless he sees another puppy he just needs to be friends with right now. We're also working on his endurance. The furthest we've walked so far is about two miles. Mere minutes after we got home from that walk, he plopped down on the floor with his furry little legs all sprawled out. Of course minutes after that he was running around the apartment chasing his ball. But he looked tired for a minute there.
Side note, I just need to reiterate the fact that he's so stinkin' cute, you guys. I can't get over it. I, well, I just can't even.
But again, I digress.
Frankie and I are going to keep up with our walks, and I'm hoping he'll be ready for some very short runs starting in June. Once June rolls around, I'll be done with training and will have completed first half marathon of the season. I have to do a little more research, but I think we'll start with a half mile and go from there pending on his capabilities and attention span. I have a feeling he'll be easily outrunning me not only with speed, but also with distance. It pays to be a puppy, I suppose.
In the meantime, I'll be using these walks with Frankie as warm-ups and cool-downs. It's a win-win for the both of us.