Whenever I have a recovery run or a semi-endurance run (4-8) miles I try and take my two dogs with me. Unfortunately the dogs don't get too many opportunities to go on runs anymore so they start off at a fast pace while still trying to smell everything around them. After a few blocks they get into a rhythm and all is fine and good - relaxing, calm, and peaceful. All of the sudden, for no apparent reason, one of the dogs will just stop by digging his paws into the ground, causing my arm to jerk backwards. He'll walk around, sniff, and then off we go again. This will happen at least 4-5 times between the two dogs on the run. Typically I have one dog leash in each hand, but there has been times when the dogs think it would be a good idea to go over to the other side, which causes the leashes to tangle, and then I face plant into the ground falling over the leashes. Good times - looking back it's pretty funny. One of my favorites is when we're running in the Greenbelt and Bailey, the more observant dog, spots a rabbit or other critter in the woods and darts directly into that direction, which pulls us off the path. It is often a challenge to take them for a run, but they love to get out and enjoy the fall running days.
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