The day started like any other day. Wake up at 6:15, take Cabo out for a walk, throw on running clothes, prep the apartment so Cabo can roam free while we’re gone, head out for a run.
We had a 9 mile tempo on schedule. It was great and a real challenge. I’ll admit that by 8.5 miles, I had to stop because I was thiiiiiis close to losing last night’s dinner. 3 miles at normal-run pace, 3 miles at a medium effort, 2.5 miles at a hard effort. Our miles ranged between 7:15 – 8:55 pace, and the elevation profile ain’t no joke. 840 ft elevation gain over the 9 miles.
We finish our cool down and I’m cashed. All I want is to guzzle gallons of water and sprawl out on our apartment floor while Cabo gives me kisses. (why do dogs give so many more kisses when you’re on the floor with them?! I love it)
We get to the front door, and Cabo isn’t standing there like usual, wiggling her tail, excited to see us. Uh oh.
For the past two weeks, Cabo’s been so good at chillaxin’ in our apartment while we’re gone for the day. We leave her lots of toys to play with, Kongs filled with treats. We pull up all the blinds, close the bedroom and bathroom doors. Clear the countertops. You name it, we’ve dog proofed it.
But apparently over the course of our 70 min run, Cabo acquired the skill of opening our bedroom door.
We found her with green feathers all over her face and the bedroom looked like this:
(Yes, our bedroom bookshelf is mostly filled with chemistry textbooks) We put her in her kennel immediately, which is why she’s in her kennel in this photo. She needed a little TO from the excitement.
I swear the dog was on Cloud 9 and so proud of her work though. Like, “look ma! look dad! I’m sooo good at tearing things apart!” Oh, and the green boa isn’t the only thing she destroyed. She chewed and cracked Weez’s glasses. Thank goodness the glass didn’t shaker and break off into her mouth.
But ya know? She’s still a great dog and stuff like this happens. Glasses are replaceable. Green boas are ridiculous to own, so she was just doing me a favor, really. Cabo is a great dog and we love her all the same.
I saw this adorable article about a dog’s purpose in life, according to a 6-yr old, and why they live shorter lives than humans. It’s real short, and super cute. You can read it HERE. It made me smile :)
How was your workout this morning?
What’s something ridiculous your dog/cat has destroyed before? (bonus points if you can email me a picture!)