When our child and his new wifey went on their honeymoon, I volunteered to take their dog.
Fran is a sixty pound, more than one-year-old Aredale.
She has a really sweet and gleeful disposition but is full of energy. I job from house which allows me to provide her lots of attention! However, I also need to be productive at our task. She was constantly pawing at me, wanting to play fetch or tug on her rope. I finally decided that I should take her on a run to burn off the excess energy. I keep myself in great physical shape and often go for multiple-mile runs around the town. There is a running path in close proximity to our new home that extends for 30 miles in either direction, my child regularly takes the dogs on runs, so I knew she was accustomed to the exertion. As soon as I snapped on the leash, the dog began dragging me down the road. I thought she was going to jerk our arm right out of the socket. I had failed to consider that our child is 6 feet tall and in his mid-twenties. I am 5-feet tall and in our mid-fifties. I cannot run at the pace the dog is used to. It was a struggle to slow her down to a comfortable walk. The people I was with and I walked for numerous miles, but when she appeared tired, I gradually increased our speed to a pleasant jog. After that, she was content to run at our desired pace. The people I was with and I ran for another three miles and both enjoyed it easily much.