Papa has come up with a new term in our household - 'bikewalking'.
He decided upon this when he and Mama got frustrated with me mucking around in the house.
'You've got too much energy young man!' they kept shouting at me. They discussed amongst themselves what to do and then Papa had an idea, 'I'm going to take him for a bike walk'.
'What the fuck is that?' I asked.
'You are about to find out'.
So he gets me dressed up in all the usual lead and collar crap and we go outside. But he get's his bike out.
'What's going on here man?', I said, 'I don't want to go in the bag again today!'.
'Nup, no bag Barn - I'm riding, you are running'.
That sounded pretty good to me as I don't get to run that much. Apparently I can't be trusted off the leash.
This was actually really good! Usually I am pulling them along as we walk, but this time he was riding as fast as I wanted to run.
And like the wind I ran!...
But then after about 100 metres I completely ran out of steam.
I am embarrassingly unfit.
I saw a dog on the side of the street and he ran over to say hi. I stopped running immediately. Papa told me not to do that again.
I had a quick chat with this guy, but his owner wasn't keen to let the dog socialise with an athlete like me, so they left pretty quick.
Papa and I kept running, but I was pooped and he could tell I needed to stop.
For some reason he thought the bike basket was a good place to rest.
It's not very comfortable, but at that point I could have passed out anywhere.
After I got my breath back we went slowly home.
I dunno about this bike walking business. I love running, but I've realised I'm not quite fit enough to do it for long. As long as Papa can work out when I am tired maybe it will be a good thing. But I'm bloody knackered now and don't want to do anything for a few days.
