
The number one reason why I take my fit dogs out is that when I see them sniffing and panting and strutting their stuff, it always makes me smile. I know that there are literally a million other reasons that they (and I) need to get out and move but I can excuse my way out of all of those. We all need fresh air? I can open a window or we can hang out in the yard. Exercise? We can go later or do extra miles tomorrow and eat less today. I could go on and on. (I will certainly someday be awarded an honorary doctorate in excuse making.) But when I think about Wilhelm's little legs cruising along the sidewalk, Brychwyn's tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and Huxley's fur brushing past my hand each time I swing my arm I get a euphoric feeling better than any high a runner has ever gotten and I know that we must go out. I have no excuse for not smiling.