I never thought my dog would actually be BAD for me, yet somehow, this is exactly what has happened.
Doesn't he look so sweet and innocent? I mean... how could someone with a face like that be a toxic entity in my life? However, Gunner has now managed to pull me over not once, but twice now while we were out. Once on a walk when he saw a sweet widdle cuddly bunny, and the other time last night while we were out on a run and a punk on a skateboard rolled on by. For whatever reason, Gunner HATES skateboards with an unholy passion. I'm amazed that Mr. Punk didn't end up on the concrete right along with me.
Yet when we get home, and we both plop down on the ground, equally worn out and equally happy from our evening run, I tend to forget all about what a terror he was going after every single dog we see, and how keeping him focused is more challenging than getting 70 sorority girls to agree on a t-shirt for a philanthropy event. All of that goes away, because we both ran hard and got a good workout.
Then again, I look like this after a run with Gunner, so that might be written off as delusion. I'm not 100% sure. I just know this will probably not be the last time that Gunner knocks me over in pursuit of one thing or another.