I recently watched my son’s dog while he was off on his honeymoon for two weeks.
The dog is a 65 pound, two-year-old airedale terrier.
She has so much energy. She wants to be played with all the time. She likes to play fetch, tug-of-war, wrestle and just have me chase her. Since my son often takes the dog on long runs, I thought this might be a great way to tire her out. I keep myself in good shape. I run, ride my bike, kayak and jump rope on a regular basis. I didn’t think running with the dog would be a problem for me. However, once I got her on the leash, she took off and dragged me down the road. I couldn’t keep up with her. I thought she was going to pull my arm right out of the socket. She was definitely accustomed to running with my son, who is over six feet tall and in his twenties. I am just over five feet tall and in my mid fifties. I had to slow the dog down to a walk. After we’d walked for several miles, I noticed that she was looking a bit tired. I then gradually sped back up to a comfortable jogging pace. She accepted the slower speed and we ran for about four miles. It was really enjoyable. Once we made it home, the dog and I were both exhausted. We both needed to drink a great deal of water and rest a bit. After that, I ran with the dog several more times during her stay with me.