I took my dog on a three mile run this morning because Erin and Leanne think she's getting fat.  That's good because it allowed me to verify what's really going on.  Reality is that her muscles are thickening.  A mouse squirted across the path about two miles into the run, in the split second that it happened I think my brain saw what was coming but my body couldn't react in time; mid-stride the dog dropped her hind end and launched herself, taught leash and subsequent owner included off the trail into the bush where the mouse took shelter. 


I'm in a bush with my dog, and a dead mouse.  


Let's go home fat ass.