Yesterday blossomed into an Oregon sunshiney moment, during which I was so overcome with guilt at being fat and lazy for the past several months, and keeping poor Turbo from his daily run, that we bundled up and headed for the dog park. This is a great expanse of marshland set aside for dogs to run free, as well as miles (or so it seems!) of paths to accomodate walkers and joggers. I ended up shedding layers, as it was at least 50 degrees out, but still quite chilly. We just escaped the return of rain as we climbed back into the car.
I don't know exactly how far my daughter (Tough Cookie) and I walked, but it was far enough that we both had sore hips, knees, and tummies--a pretty good walk. I'd rather run than walk, but I was quite satisfied with our level of exertion yesterday--certainly better than the zero level I've been expending lately.
Turbo was ecstatic! At the point we turned back, the path was completely under water, but it didn't stop The Man. He just jumped in and hopped like a bunny. Needless to say, he got a bath when we got home, so now he smells wonderful and I can't stop snuffling and kissing him. 
Turbo is great off-leash. He runs ahead, circles back, checks to make sure I'm following, then runs back up the path. He covers at least 3 times as much ground as I do. Squirrels get chased back up their trees, birds are informed that they do not rule the ground. I think it's a public service he performs--after all, if squirrels, which are EVERYWHERE in the Capitol City, don't realize they are wild animals, they are vulnerable to become prey and squished by cars. Turbo deserves a reward for his efforts.
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