We live by a high school. This past summer, we'd take the Pound Hound over to the track/football field at this high school. This field is completely fenced in so we take the Pound Hound over, close the gate, and let him run. And boy does he run. All the way up and all the way down -- for many minutes. He's also pretty fast. Faster than The Winder (sorry Winder, but it's true. I still say you're the fasted human I know.)
Last week, we leashed up the Pound Hound and headed over to the track. And look what we found:
Can you see that? Football ruins everything.
(But get a load of that lovely mountain in our back yard!)
We discovered, though, that the baseball field is also enclosed. Bonus! We took the Pound Hound over there to let him rip. What will we do when Baseball season starts? Prolly bark about how Baseball ruins everything. (So much for not complaining. Hehehe.)
Look at the dog go! I told you he was fast.