My first parkrun blew my mind. I thought that my new companion Karen had arranged a surprise party just for me. I tried to persuade Karen to let me thank each person for coming by giving them a big kiss but Karen who is much more inhibited than I am, wouldn’t let me. The party was just getting started when suddenly all my new friends began to run away! What a great game! I tore after them towing Karen behind me, cheering everybody on with my outside voice!
For the first five or so weeks I used to get so excited that Karen said that I spent more time airborne (leaping about) than on the ground. I credit my bouncy enthusiasm with getting my other owner Sean to come! Karen persuaded Sean that I would have more fun if Sean ran with me every second week. “Run?” said Sean “I‘m not running” but he came along anyway. He is hooked now and even got some coaching to help him keep up with me. It is great!
Every Saturday I get really excited! There was a sad period of two or three weeks when I couldn’t go to the parkrun because I had hurt one of my paws. I cried and cried when Karen and Sean left me behind.
I estimate that I have completed close to forty parkruns and my fastest time is close to thirty minutes. I think I could go a little faster but I like to be there for Karen and Sean. It is a community event after all, not really a race.
I have been to so many parkruns that these days I like to think of myself as a professional ‘barkrun’ dog, haha, excuse the pun. I know now that I have to keep going in a straight line and not weave around like the newbie dogs! However, there are times when I lose my focus. If another dog comes up behind me unexpectedly or looks at me in a friendly manner (as opposed to just ignoring me) I feel compelled to dash over to them and introduce myself. After a close call, when sadly, I almost tripped up one of my new parkrun friends, Karen and Sean keep me on a short lead. Thanks guys, I don’t want to hurt anybody!
I try to go to the toilet before I leave home but just in case I get caught short during the parkrun, Karen and Sean always carry a little bag to pick up my poo. No one likes poo on their paws!!
I think that the Dubbo parkrun is the best thing ever! And I love it that my companions Karen and Sean have made lots of new friends. It makes them very happy and fitter too! I recommend the Dubbo parkrun to every dog and their companion.
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