Chasing the Monster
Last year Booker raced the Lake Monster 12K with me. I wasn't sure about this year because the forecast called for pouring rain and I was debating in my head whether I should force him to the same torture that I was about to endure. When I woke up this morning it was lightly raining and the forecast assured me that the rain was headed out right before the race was to start. And it was a cool 53 degrees, so I knew he would be fine. So we loaded up and headed over to the race start. Booker started the race - as I knew he would - wound up and wanting to sprint as fast as he could. So the beginning was a fight to keep him next to me. You can see me holding him back in this pic. Given his history of pooping as soon as we start running, I took him to the back part of the race lot and desperately tried to get him to poop. No luck and sure enough, about 1/2 mile in he pulled over to poop. Fortunately, I have trained him to go off to the side and he poop...